A Bruised Way of Life

A Bruised Way of Life

"BONG!" is the one and only word that anyone in my family has to say to bring back the memories of an incident that happened at the age of eight. Oh, but this horrifying happening couldn't have happened in my home, it had to have happened in the middle of my favorite place in the world. None other than the original Downtown Disney, on the most beautiful day there has ever been at the beginning of December. The day was sunny, cloudless, and warm. Or at least warm to me after my accident.

First, let me take you back in time. To the day that changed the way my family would make fun of me for the rest of my natural life. On the second day of our vacation to Walt Disney World, my parents, brother, and I decided that we all wanted to get some early shopping into our schedule before actually "hitting" all of the major parks that Disney World is known for. The usual routine for this area of vacationing was usually left up to the women in our family since it is the shopping area. Everything was going fine, going through the shops and looking at all of the merchandise we wished we were able to afford, when my brother, Brandon, spotted the water fountains that came up from the ground to play in. Before long, Brandon was begging and pleading my parents to go play in the water with the other kids. Even though they were strangers. My parents, of course, said yes.

After the first few minutes of Brandon's fun in the water, I just had to join in. There was no way that I was going to let my brother have all of the fun, then decide to shove it in my face. No way was I going to let that happen to me. By the time a couple of minutes had passed, both my brother and I, were completely soaked from head to toe. That didn't stop the fun though! The two of us were having such a great time that it had become a chore for our parents to get us to stop. Although, it seemed like a game for Brandon and me! Brandon was the first to finally give in to my parents and stop playing so we could do some more shopping. But getting me out was a totally different story. After a little while, I decided to just stand to the side and watch the smaller kids try to jump over the fountain openings before the water shot up at them. Let me tell you, this was one funny sight!

When my parents had made up their minds about leaving, they called my name several times as they had begun to walk away. Next thing they heard was a loud sound coming from a light post near the fountains my brother and I were recently play in. They didn't see what had happened until they had turned around and say their daughter (me) sitting on the ground crying. When I told them what had happened they just started to laugh hysterically. What had happened was that while my parents were calling for me, I was still watching the younger children in the water. I wasn't looking where I was going, and walked right into one of those old style lamp posts made out of metal. Right before I hit the actual

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