It was Friday night, at my brother's football game. The game was held under the glistening lights, so it was even colder because it was a night game. My birthday was just a few days ago, I turned six. I got a baseball glove, I love baseball. I was there watching my brother play football, he was a tight end on the Homer Stallions. My dad was coaching with a few other dads. He was wearing shorts, as usual, he never gets cold. It was freezing everyone else had blankets and heavy coats on. I was watching that game for a solid two quarters. But eventually, I started to get antsy. I wanted to get up, but I knew I would freeze to death. I asked my mom if I could go take a stroll with my friend Anthony. He is still one of my best friends to this day, he has decently long hair, same height as me, and loves baseball like me. We didn’t know what to do, so we ended up going to get our gloves to play some catch. I went to my car, a black Acura, to get my glove. I have a black, red, and silver Wilson. That’s our “go to” when we're bored out of our minds. We were playing catch for about twenty-five minutes, after that our arms felt like jello. We threw way too much and our arms started …show more content…
Looking for the hospital that could do the horrendous procedure on my eye. I kept worrying and worrying about what was going to happen to me. After going to two different hospitals, we finally found a hospital that could do the procedure. We were waiting in the waiting room, for what felt like a decade. Eventually, we ended up getting called to our room, but when I stood up I passed out cold. All I remember was seeing black spots floating in the smelly air of the hospital. About five minutes later I woke up from being passed out. I had to get wheeled out of the lobby in a black wheelchair. I had to lay in an old hospital bed, I hated it. After about an hour of waiting, they were ready to start the procedure. The doctor came in and I felt my heart