from the ledge

i love going to our neighbor's house when i was a kid. my sister does, too. and that house, has a ledge you can reach from a bench. one day, my sister and i were at our neighbor's and i was on the ledge. my sister wanted to go on up and insisted for me to hmmm... maybe leave, or give her space? i don't remember. but what i remember is falling down on the concrete floor and when i opened my eyes, the world was revolving so fast i can't fix my sight to one thing. i screamed and all i heard was my sister crying for me not to die. "please, please, don't die." we were not even in grade school then. i realized that time when she started crying that blood was pooling behind my head and our neighbor had to rush me to the clinic. my brother, who was in the house, was informed of where we were going and when i returned home, i was bald behind my back with a couple of stitches on it.

that was pretty scary, but i don't remember being pampered when i arrived home. my mother, who just arrived from an errand, was so worried though...