October 24, 2010
This story:
When I fell from a Weeping Willow Tree.
It was the summer of my 8th year, not yet 8, but when you are young, you always want to be older. We had always been told by our parents to not climb the trees, but we did anyway. I have 3 sister's, and a brother, my brother being the baby, rarely played with us older girls we were to rough for him. We were playing house with the neighbor girls, climbing the trees to get branches to lay on the ground as flooring, to not get dirty.
One of the girls we played with, as I began climbing the willow tree, said; "go higher, can you reach the branches up there?" As I climbed higher into the tree. All at once, I came crashing to the ground, about 20ft drop. As soon as I caught my breath I tried to get up, and this girl pushed me down to the ground. I wasn't having any "don't get up", I just fell, and wanted to see if I hurt myself. I knew mom and dad would be mad because they said; "Do not climb on those trees." Trust me, you didn't play mind games with dad.
Well I did it. I had hurt myself, my left leg was a mess, laid open to the bone, my new tennis shoes soaked with blood, I still was trying to get to my feet, I could stand, but when I got to my feet, the blood would just gush from the wound. Mom came from the house with a towel and wrapped my leg, we all jumped into the car and rushed to the hospital. I still remember the car it was a Rambler stationwagon.
One of the girls we played with, as I began climbing the willow tree, said; "go higher, can you reach the branches up there?" As I climbed higher into the tree. All at once, I came crashing to the ground, about 20ft drop. As soon as I caught my breath I tried to get up, and this girl pushed me down to the ground. I wasn't having any "don't get up", I just fell, and wanted to see if I hurt myself. I knew mom and dad would be mad because they said; "Do not climb on those trees." Trust me, you didn't play mind games with dad.
Well I did it. I had hurt myself, my left leg was a mess, laid open to the bone, my new tennis shoes soaked with blood, I still was trying to get to my feet, I could stand, but when I got to my feet, the blood would just gush from the wound. Mom came from the house with a towel and wrapped my leg, we all jumped into the car and rushed to the hospital. I still remember the car it was a Rambler stationwagon.
