Monday, September 3, 2007
my memoir
It was like invisibly jump ropes, we were on a roll. We didn’t stop, this was definitely the best trampoline in my parents bedroom. All of a sudden a big pillow just came across my face, I of course, being so young and playful, thought it was the funniest thing ever. So, I remember us going back and forth, me and my little brother about the age of 4 having just about the best pillow fight ever. But then the bad dream started, this definitely wasn’t one of those times when you’re playing and you both stop then realize how funny it was because that person really wasn’t hurt. I’m assuming I raised the pillow too high and back too far with all my strength. My brother’s head hit the headboard and blood started gushing out the back of his head, it was like running water. But I knew for sure that I didn’t even hit him my hardest, I couldn’t understand how just a little hit would allow for all of this to happen. Not knowing what else to do, I yelled for my mom. I just knew that we were going to be on our way to the hospital in no time, but thank God for my mom being in the medical field she knew exactly what to. She assured me that this was only a superficial wound and we could easily treat it like a minor cut. There was no trip to the hospital but there was this white looking wrap around my brother’s head. When I saw the gauze, it reminded me of a mummy, that was the only funny part of the whole situation. Although I still continued to feel worried, my dad continued to reiterate how important it is that we don’t play so much and how serious this situation could have been. Still today, my dad continues to tell us not to play all the time and to be careful. But the playing we do now isn’t even a good comparison with the playful trampoline incident. My brother and I have never had a pillow fight since then.
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2 comments:
Great memory - very vivid narrative.
I can relate to this story, but not to the severity of it. My brother and I (and sometimes my cousin, Ted) would always jump on beds, wrestle, and do other things and one of us would get hurt. Being the youngest, I would usually be the one getting hurt like your brother did in your story. One memory I have that is similar to yours is when Ted, J.P., and I were all in the basement. This was when I was in either fourth or fifth grade. J.P. and Ted put pillows and futons on the ground so they could have a wrestling match. Beings too scared of getting hurt, I stood at the side watching. This was a big mistake. During the wrestling match, Ted was on his back on the ground and he did some sort of back kick and his foot hit me in the nose. My nose started bleeding and I started to cry. That was the last time that they ever wrestled in the basement.
I like your description of how your brother looked like a mummy when he was wrapped in gauze. I think I would find that a little bit funny too. Also, I liked how you portrayed the bed as a trampoline.
Nice Job Ieysha!!!
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