It was a sunny, warm summer day. My sister and I were swinging on our beloved swing set. Our Grandma was babysitting us and since we spent almost all day outside, we wanted to go in to cool off with some delicious and cold ice cream.
Oh no! Are you okay?
As we start the race, I get the advantage because I was on the swing that is a little closer and the person who says go always has a slight advantage. I usually lost in races so I wasn't going to ruin my chances of winning now.
Oh my goodness!
The wind was in my hair and it felt like I was running as fast as lightening. I could see the back door as I was edging towards the finish line. I was positive there was no way I could lose this race until..
How am I going to go on stage looking like this?
SMACK! My face is the first thing to collide with the cement. I can feel the rough concrete tear at the skin on my face, knees, and hands. The fall is followed by a scream that leads into a loud cry. My sister goes and runs for help. As I am waiting, I see it. A tiny little twig was laying all innocent acting as if it didn't purposefully trip and cause me all of this pain.
My Grandma is shocked when she sees I have a giant scrape on the side of my forehead all the way down the side of my face even with my eye. My grandma usually faints at the side of blood but she was able to hold it together and get me cleaned up.
I was so shocked how one little twig could cause so much damage. I was so sad and my mom was furious that I wasn't more careful on the concrete like she told me to be. And to top it off, my dance recital was the next day.