We have been writing personal recounts about a fear or phobia we may have had when we were younger. Hopefully you might to be able to relate to a few of these issues shared - enjoy!
I never liked bushes. Their yucky green colour and revolting smell always kept me away from them. But this flashback starts one day when I was little I was forced to go horse riding. As much as I complained and hid I was found and put on the back of an unusually tall hourse.
This ain’t so bad I thought to myself as I rode up a hill not knowing what my destiny was! “BAM” as soon as I figured out what was happening it was too late. I was stuck in a bush hanging from a tree about three times as high as I was.
As I dangled from from one hand and somehow one foot I thought this was gonna be the end. “Crack” the branches holding me up screeched as I fell through the air smashing my back on the ground gasping for air. Just when I thought it was all over, darkness fell over me pushing me even further into the hard ground. It was the bush with a few branches on top.
It wasn’t too long before I was out but it seemed like forever. When I emerged from the pile I was covered in scars and leaves, luckily without and broken bones. But the fear of bushes.
So when people ask why I don’t like bushes this is what they find out. By Hunter
As I rolled up my sleeve I almost faint as a 5 cm needle dug into my arm, punching through skin and muscle, injecting me with poison. The pain is excruciating, I blacked out.
I wake up shaking and covered in sweat. I look at the calendar “hmmm nothing going on today, oh my eleven year old... no it can’t be true” I stuttered “MY ELEVEN YEAR OLD INJECTION!” “I thought some thing was worrying me!”
The reason why I hate injections starts when I was 5, I had to have 1 injection a day for a week! The nurse kept on missing which really hurt!
Also when I was 8 or 9 my brother cut his knee which needed 5 stitches! I can still hear him screaming rom the other side of the clinic!
Now I had to relive hell on earth! We entered the clinic. I sat twiddling my thumbs , I grew more and more nervous as I waited for my name to be called out. “Cameron jolly” I hesitated then grudgingly accepted my fate. I entered the room as the doctor picked up a 5cm needle! “now which arm do you write with?” “my right” I replied. “Ok” he pulled off the cap in went the needle. I was turning red “take a breath please”, I didn't realism that I was holding my breath. “Oh that wasn't bad” NOT I was bouncing around muttering how the only made injections to hurt you!
And that does it with injections, no more, ever until never. I reckon that injections are the worst thing to happen since operations!! Cam Jolly
Bushphobia
ReplyDeleteI never liked bushes. Their yucky green colour and revolting smell always kept me away from them. But this flashback starts one day when I was little I was forced to go horse riding. As much as I complained and hid I was found and put on the back of an unusually tall hourse.
This ain’t so bad I thought to myself as I rode up a hill not knowing what my destiny was! “BAM” as soon as I figured out what was happening it was too late. I was stuck in a bush hanging from a tree about three times as high as I was.
As I dangled from from one hand and somehow one foot I thought this was gonna be the end. “Crack” the branches holding me up screeched as I fell through the air smashing my back on the ground gasping for air. Just when I thought it was all over, darkness fell over me pushing me even further into the hard ground. It was the bush with a few branches on top.
It wasn’t too long before I was out but it seemed like forever. When I emerged from the pile I was covered in scars and leaves, luckily without and broken bones. But the fear of bushes.
So when people ask why I don’t like bushes this is what they find out.
By Hunter
Hunter! Well done, what a fabulous recount with great use of adjectives and imagery - I really feel like I was there!
ReplyDeleteI thought this was a great recount of your phobia Hunter.I loved the way you developed the writing and kept me interested all the way through
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ReplyDeleteAs I rolled up my sleeve I almost faint as a 5 cm needle dug into my arm, punching through skin and muscle, injecting me with poison. The pain is excruciating, I blacked out.
I wake up shaking and covered in sweat. I look at the calendar “hmmm nothing going on today, oh my eleven year old... no it can’t be true” I stuttered “MY ELEVEN YEAR OLD INJECTION!” “I thought some thing was worrying me!”
The reason why I hate injections starts when I was 5, I had to have 1 injection a day for a week! The nurse kept on missing which really hurt!
Also when I was 8 or 9 my brother cut his knee which needed 5 stitches! I can still hear him screaming rom the other side of the clinic!
Now I had to relive hell on earth! We entered the clinic. I sat twiddling my thumbs , I grew more and more nervous as I waited for my name to be called out.
“Cameron jolly” I hesitated then grudgingly accepted my fate. I entered the room as the doctor picked up a 5cm needle! “now which arm do you write with?”
“my right” I replied.
“Ok” he pulled off the cap in went the needle. I was turning red “take a breath please”, I didn't realism that I was holding my breath.
“Oh that wasn't bad” NOT I was bouncing around muttering how the only made injections to hurt you!
And that does it with injections, no more, ever until never. I reckon that injections are the worst thing to happen since operations!!
Cam Jolly