Writing A True Story in One Paragraph

When I was eight, I became a victim of peer-pressure, and it all starts with a frog. Yes, a frog. My next-door-neighbor wanted to go frog catching in the ditch over by her neighbor’s house. So I followed her over there, jumped down there in the pit of mud and rocks, and was surprised when I turned my back around and saw her above me. She hadn’t moved one bit. It was starting to seem less like a fun activity to do together and more like she was using me to do her dirty work. But I’m me, so I agreed. I’d agree to do someone’s grocery shopping for them and get paid a penny for it, because that’s just who I am, the Queen of Passivity. So I found the frog; it was a tiny green one; maybe it was a toad, I still don’t know the difference to be honest. I put it in the bucket that my neighbor bled blood, sweat, and tears to get apparently, but when I went to climb back up, I didn’t make it. There were little metal levers on the side of the ditch and I tried to go up them only to fall back down. I had all my weight on the one leg that was climbing and so my leg slid down all of them. I didn’t even feel the pain until it was done, until I started screaming. My neighbor’s mom is a doctor so she immediately told me I needed stitches. The entire ride there, I couldn’t bear to even look down. All that was going through my head was the memory of daycare where a kid split his head open on the playground and had to get stitches. I didn’t want to be like him. Of course my tears were designed from physical pain, but there was mental pain too. Sometimes I cry just because I feel like I have to. And when my mom asked what happened, I lied to her face so she wouldn’t ground me; not that she’d do that. The red spot on my leg is to this present day the only scar I have, and I used to say it was some insignificant event. So that’s why I always mention the part about the lying because then I can say it was character-building. I can say that even though my neighbor let the frog get away one day later, that it wasn’t all for nothing.