Falling
I had just gotten a new pair of roller skates for my birthday. I couldn’t wait to glide gracefully down the streets of my suburban neighborhood, “Everyone must be looking at me from their windows”, I thought. I was 10 years old at the time, and quite the tomboy. I had dark hair with the bowl-cut hairstyle; this was popular for boys my age. I wore large sports T-shirts and baggy shorts with extremely dirty sneakers. I thought I was so cool. Everyone would know now for sure when I arrived at their door with the most fabulous pair of skates. It was a beautiful Saturday morning in mid-autumn and I was sitting on my porch tying up my skates. No kids were out yet, and I was going out to wake them up. After my skates were on tight, I looked out into the street, confident that I was the best skater. Across the street I saw Billy’s dad working on something in his garage. Billy was a tall, chunky kid who lived directly across from my house. His mom and dad were both deaf. The neighborhood kids were fascinated with this, and always asking Billy if he ever cussed out his parents when they turned their backs, and things like that. Other than Billy’s dad, nobody seemed to be out. It was a troubling thought, that nobody would be w
If I would’ve died that day, how would I have been remembered? As a foolish girl who’s pride and vanity so clouded her mind, that she thought she was dying when she got the wind knocked out of her for the first time, after falling on her skates at the end of her own driveway. The whole event humbled me significantly. After that day I didn’t really think of myself as all the great. I put myself on the level of my own peers, where I should have been. I realized that block at the end of my driveway was humility, and it hit me hard! “I am such a fool”, ran through my mind numerous times. I couldn’t even make it to the end of my own driveway. What was there? What was that block at the end, it wouldn’t let me go past? I had hoped so badly in my pain that nobody was around, even though that had been all I wanted before, now I was so abashed. Even in dying, I didn’t want anyone to see what a fool I was. I didn’t even want to be rescued I was so ashamed. Then, finally one of my gasps caught air! Life once again filled my lungs, I could finally breathe. I slowly struggled to my feet. I could barely stand because of the amount of terror that had been passing through my heart. My entire body felt like Jell-O, very mushy. Tears started to push at the back of my throat, and I started to softly
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