Personal+writing

 Autobiographical Incident When I was ten years old, I wanted a pair of heelys, which are shoes with wheels on the bottom. I begged my mom every single day for those heelys but she would never give them to me. So I saved and saved my money and I finally got enough to buy the heelys. They were black with pink flames. I would practice on them day and night just so I would get better. My mom would always say, “Jenna, be careful.” And I would say, “yeah, yeah, yeah mom. I’m fine.” Then she would say, “You’re going to break something.” I said, “No I won’t mom, I’m fine!” I would never listen to her, but I probably should have. So ten months later, after I was already a heely master, I was riding around in them on the street. It was the first day of summer and I was very excited to get outside and go play. Again, my mom said “Jenna, be careful!” And again, I said, “Mom, I’m fine I don’t need to be careful.” And then out of nowhere… BANG! I fell to the ground and broke my elbow. The lesson I learned was to always listen to my mom when she tells me something. I learned my lesson now and always listen to her.