Personal+Narrative+PB

My personal narrative is about the time when I went to New York city. My trip began with a day and a half train ride because my mother and grand parents are terrified of flying. So while I was stuck in a sleeping car that was hardly big enough to hold me and my brother. once we arrived in grand central station me my bother my mother and my grand parents meet up with my dad who flu to New York and actual had to wait a little bit over a day to take his flight or he would have beaten us there by a day.

So after we left grand central station my grand parents who had already seen all there was to see in New York (because they had lived there almost there entire life) decided to go and visit my grand fathers relatives in Queens. So me my brother and my parents went out to go and explore Manhattan we started by cheeking into the prestigious Shary Netherlands adjacent to Central Park. Once we saw our room we went down to central park and took carriage ride to the other side. After killing some time at Cats deli we went to a fairy that took use to the Statue of Liberty after that we spent some time in Time Square and then went to the top of the Empire state building. But, unfortunately all good things must come to an end. Because my father had to work and his vacation time away had ended he had to go back to Florida. Apparently my mother had made some agreement with my grand parents that once my father left to go back home that we would go and stay with my aunt and uncle. So we spend the last few days at my aunt and uncles were my grand parents were staying and things got progressively less interesting the longer we were in Queens.

While in Queens I was in the back yard of my aunt and Uncles house and I turned around to go back inside and there house and there dog caught hold of my foot and bit down hard, went it let go I looked down at my foot and noticed that my foot was bleeding a lot so being ten at the time of course the first thing I think to do is call my mother. So when she got there she almost fainted which wasn't helping my case at all but she took me inside and had my aunt tend to the wound I told my mom that the dog had bitten my and she turned to my Uncle and asked does the dog have all its shots he says no so now here I am looking at my bloody foot and hearing that this dog could be rabid so now I am more scared than ever. My uncle decides to go and get some antibiotics for the bit after telling me at least five times that its not that bad and it won't need stitches.

In conclusion I spent another two days on a train with my foot bandaged and being forced to take these awful tasting antibiotics.