Memories of hurting myself
My sister was writing about how she was clumsy when she was little. It made me think of how much I hurt myself too. I think I was a tomboy, or I have ADHD or something. I was very active with my 4 siblings. One time, we were all teasing the boy across the street. His name was Donald. We were calling him Donald Duck. He started running after us, and everyone except for my dumbass ran across to the other side of the street. We knew he wasn't aloud to cross the street. But for some reason, I was thinking about how we just learned in Sunday School, that if you ask God to do something He will do it. Probably not those exact words, but that's what I thought our teacher was saying to us. So, I stop right at the curb. I ask God to save me from Donald Duck. What happened? Donald Duck pushed my stupid ass into the street. I scraped my leg up, and I was screaming bloody murder. I think I used to scream a lot, because when something really bad happened, my mom wouldn't know the difference. So she took her sweet time to come and see what was wrong. I had to lay in the street until my dad came out to save me. It felt like an eternity. I'm pretty sure our neighbors hated us. We were very loud.