On my right knee, I have a long, thin scar which looks a lot like a
reddish river. I remember it happened several years ago, on my ninth birthday. . . .
I was extremely excited for my ninth birthday, as my mother had promised it would be super fun. I had imagined for days what my party would look like, and I had used several pages of my drawing pad, sketching and coloring what it might be and look like.
The party FINALLY came around. There were balloons all over our living room, all different colors -
red and
blue and
green and
orange. Awesome! There was also piles of presents in all four corners of the room, and all sorts of other decorations, like bunting and banners and tonnes and tonnes of my favorite foods, ice cream, crisps, cake, pizza, burgers and chocolate!! Yum, yum, YUM!! My mother and father and auntie and uncle were all there, along with my two cousins and ten good friends. It was going to be the best day ever!
But it turned out to be one of the worst.
First, we play Musical Chairs, which was completely safe, although a bit wild and crazy. My mother had a smile on her face, though all this noise had probably driven her around the bend!
Next, I opened my presents. First a small one, green dinosaurs on the wrapping paper and a blue ribbon. Inside were three wristbands, one blue, one red and one white, all saying 'JOE' on them in capital letters.
Next I opened a huge present, in an orange box with green spots. This one was from my parents. I opened it, and my eyes widened with amazement. It was a huge monster truck, red with green and blue parts, massive spikes and huge black wheels.
I squealed with joy, but little did I know, soon I would
hate this truck.
I was happy now, so joyful and really enjoying my party to the full. We were now playing Musical Statues, one of my favorite games. I was dancing like I didn't want to ever stop. But then. . . .
It happened so fast. I wanted to do a back flip. My parents weren't in the room, so they didn't know. I announced what I was doing to all my friends. I jumped back with a massive smile on my face. I flipped around, and landed head first on my monster truck! I screamed. My face and arms were bruised all over, and I was screaming horrendously, and when I lifted up my jeans, I saw that my knee was bleeding horribly. I screamed over and over again as my parents ran in.
"What on
Earth happened?!" My father exclaimed.
"Joe tried to do a back flip!!" My friend Micky explained.
"A back flip?" My mother repeated.
"You have to be kidding me." My father said. I was still crying.
"Should we take him to the hospital?" My aunt Beth asked.
My mother examined my knee.
"No he'll be alright. It's just a scratch." But my mother didn't know how serious this was.
"It HU-U-U-URTS!!" I moaned in pain.
"Shh, shh darling. We'll put a nice bandage on it and everything will be okay." My mother hugged me. I whimpered, but stopped crying.
Now I look back at that incident, I realize that it was kind of funny. The fact that me, a nine year old, attempted to do a back flip!! I must have been too hyper from all the sugar!
I also think my mother should have taken me to hospital, because my knee hurt for the rest of that week, and all of the next week as well. But oh well. What's done is done. I'm still alive, aren't I?
It's just a scar. . . .
