Showing posts with label accidents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label accidents. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
RemembeRed: sisterly love
The gravel crackled beneath my sneakers.
The crisp fall wind tousled my hair and felt cool in my lungs.
I was running away.
I felt like I could run forever. I would never let her catch up. I would run until I ran around the world before I would ever let her catch up. I was gonna be first!
"Stop!" she hollered.
"Wait for me!"
Her six year old legs couldn't compete with my 10 year old legs.
My arms were swinging. The wind was making my eyes water. That crackling gravel got louder. The laces in my sneakers worked their way undone. In seconds I was falling, sliding towards the sewer grate.
It was broken. Unsafe. A part of it was missing. My leg went down through the grate and I couldn't pull it back out.
Blood was seeping from both my legs, my elbows and my chin.
She could of kept running. She could have caught the ice cream truck, but she didn't.
She stopped. She was crying too. The ice cream was long forgotten.
She tried to pull me free but she could not. Her little six year old legs ran all the way home to get dad. He yanked me free, pulling most of the skin off of my right shin.
Bandaged in many spots but feeling the love of family.
The crisp fall wind tousled my hair and felt cool in my lungs.
I was running away.
I felt like I could run forever. I would never let her catch up. I would run until I ran around the world before I would ever let her catch up. I was gonna be first!
"Stop!" she hollered.
"Wait for me!"
Her six year old legs couldn't compete with my 10 year old legs.
My arms were swinging. The wind was making my eyes water. That crackling gravel got louder. The laces in my sneakers worked their way undone. In seconds I was falling, sliding towards the sewer grate.
It was broken. Unsafe. A part of it was missing. My leg went down through the grate and I couldn't pull it back out.
Blood was seeping from both my legs, my elbows and my chin.
She could of kept running. She could have caught the ice cream truck, but she didn't.
She stopped. She was crying too. The ice cream was long forgotten.
She tried to pull me free but she could not. Her little six year old legs ran all the way home to get dad. He yanked me free, pulling most of the skin off of my right shin.
Bandaged in many spots but feeling the love of family.
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- kisatrtle
- I'm a 41 year old (gasp) freelance writer, school cafeteria manager, wife and mother. I have three children and one anxious and overweight beagle. I use my blog to make others laugh, to share some cool crafts, to document my lunchlady adventures and to lament about the challenges faced by us all on the journey called life. Thanks for visiting. Please leave some crack...um...I meant some comments.
