Writer's Block: Close Call
I was seven years old and living in a house I affectionately called 'the pool house' (I later lived in the 'Trampoline House', the 'Johnson Tree House', and so on...you get the trend of nicknaming houses I had). Anyways, this house had a forest (not really). There was a large tree in our neighbors front yard, surrounded by bushes that were probably six or seven feet tall. My sister and I like to call this area 'the forest.'
One day, during a garage sale of all things, I decided to climb a little higher than either of us ever had before (we were kids, we challenged each other, I won!) Of course, I fell.
The bushes that made up our forest probably saved my life, breaking my twenty-something-foot fall. I was seriously banged up and bruised (my mom was panicking I'd broken my arm - which I didn't) but the scariest part of my accident was the stick that went through my neck. Probably sounds a bit more dramatic than it really was - it wasn't very thick and it pierced straight through skin and nothing more (I'm still not sure how it happened...) but it got a good chunk out of me. ^.^ And that's the closest I've ever come to serious harm.
One day, during a garage sale of all things, I decided to climb a little higher than either of us ever had before (we were kids, we challenged each other, I won!) Of course, I fell.
The bushes that made up our forest probably saved my life, breaking my twenty-something-foot fall. I was seriously banged up and bruised (my mom was panicking I'd broken my arm - which I didn't) but the scariest part of my accident was the stick that went through my neck. Probably sounds a bit more dramatic than it really was - it wasn't very thick and it pierced straight through skin and nothing more (I'm still not sure how it happened...) but it got a good chunk out of me. ^.^ And that's the closest I've ever come to serious harm.