This is one of my favorite pieces because it is one of my funny memories. I have never gotten any kind of stitches before. I don’t really remember the ride up because I was really dizzy, all I can remember is that I was really nervous because I knew I would have to get stitches. These were just butterfly ones no needles or thread or anything but I was still really nervous. This piece is a short 12 sentence story.
Bloody Apples
One day I was peeling apples for my mom to make Snicker’s salad for Thanksgiving. When it is done, it tastes like a little scoop of heaven. But we were a while away from that part. My mom said, “I am going to go to pick some apples from the tree out back; please start to cut the apples. I started to cut the delicious Macintosh apples. As I was cutting the apples, and I sliced a tiny piece of my thumb off. Although I was bleeding, I continued to cut apples, because I did not realize it. I looked at the bloody apple, inspected my finger, and yelled for mom. We stopped making the salad and drove 45 minutes to Corsica! We got there, went to the doctor and he stitched me up. That is one thanksgiving I will never forget! I still have the scar on my thumb!
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