Bad Experience Of My Life Narrative Essay

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The author recounts a bad experience they had when they were eight years old. They went to a village called Dash Salahli to spend their holiday with their grandparents. On the second day, they went to work with their grandparents in the field to pick peppers. While working, the author accidentally rubbed their eyes with their hands, causing burning and pain. They ran in pain and fell down, getting injured. Their grandparents immediately ran towards them, helped them and brought them home. The grandmother washed their face and put ice on their foot, and eventually, the author felt relaxed and did not feel any pain. The author is now seventeen but still remembers this event as an unforgettable part of their life.

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When this bad experience of my life happened, I was about eight. I went to the village which is called Dash Salahli to spend my holiday. The way to the village was too long, but it was very amazing to listen birds’ songs, to notice sunrise behind mountains, to watch awakening of nature and the lifestyle of hardworking people in the field. When I reached there, my grandparents became very happy to see me. The next day, my grandparents were going to work in the field.

I wanted to go there with them. They saw my eagerness and did not protest. We went to the field and I helped to pick peppers. I had to cut peppers, and had to clean their seeds. First, it looked very easy. I worked carefully. However, I rubbed eyes with my hands. Suddenly, I felt fire on my eyes. I began to cry. It was burning and very terrible. I could not open my eyes and did not see anything. While I was running in pain, I fell down and got injured.

This was second jinx which I came across. Immediately, my grandparents ran towards me. They understood what happened. They were very concerned. My grandfather got lap and brought me home as quickly as possible. First, my grandmother washed my face and then put ice onto my foot. Eventually, I felt relaxed, I did not feel any pain. I thanked my grandparents, especially to my grandmother. Now I am seventeen, I still remember this event. This event is an unforgettable part of my life.

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