It was a hot, sunny, June day. As myself and some neighborhood kids gathered to play a friendly game of street hockey.
I loved playing hockey, it was apart of me whilst growing up. On this fateful day, I decided to be goalie. Rather than giving my services to the offense, I decided the defense needed some help. A move that proved to be dangerous. Approximately half way through the game, as a shot neared me and I braced to block it, using the thrust of my body, I felt a tremendously sharp pain in my eyeball. After falling to the ground, thriving in pain, I look a few feet to the left of me and i notice a rock, that hadnt been there before, coming to the conclusion that a rock had struck me in the eye. A rock approximately the size of nikel.
As I go inside to have my mommy attend to my wound, she notices the colored part of my eye is filling up w/ blood (not the white part, just the colored part) and decideds to take me to the doctor. As a result, I was temporarily blind in my right eye for approximately 5 days. Not to mention, for the rest of my life, I run a significantly higher risk of getting Glaucoma as well as other eye malfunctions.
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