I was 8 years old... 8 years old was the most traumatic and petrifying experience of my life. I woke up as a normal day, unconscious of the unfortunate events ahead of me; I had no clue! I went about my normal day when the time for my rollerblading class came. I had the class like usual and we had to rollerblade around the park, nothing happened until...

On our way back to the campus, we were all of a sudden, challenged to a race. everyone had started at the speed of light while myself was taking a little rehydration break, my reaction was as swift as the speed of a cheetah. I dropped the bottle stood up and dashed ahead. The race was intense and, as I was the fastest, I caught up to first and edged up the lead... All was well from there until my eyes hooked upon a brick in my path, on the ground like a barrier. BAM!

My skates stubbed the brick like a hammer and a nail. I waddled like a penguin and my arms were everywhere. Nothing could stop me from falling at this point... NOTHING! I kept going though; I kept trying to save myself from the fall but it didn’t work. In seconds, I woke up to see blood everywhere - my hands, face and body were covered in blood. I had no clue with what had happened and I felt like sleeping! I closed my eyes and all the sounds that I could hear of my dad screaming at me, the medic asking if I was still there and the sound of tissues wiping the blood off my face just kept replaying in my mind. That was my last time on wheels.

If love were an animal,

it shoud be a mammal,

protective, loyal,

and always truthful,

If love were a mammal,

it should be a dog,

they always come back,

and love a nice hug,

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