Apparently being seven years old is not as fun and magical as we have been led to believe. When I was seven, the ground beneath my feet broke apart, and I didn 't even realize that I was doing the splits. My belief was that the pains in my legs were only the result of my bones growing and changing. After years of not knowing, I eventually started to notice that my feet had gone numb. Before I could do anything, I fell and landed with an astounding amount of force. It was when I was seven, that my aunt did something that tore apart my family.
I had been playing with my three cousins in the front yard of my childhood home, our parents sitting in lawn chairs having what appeared to be a pleasant conversation. Looking back I realize that hadn 't been the case at all. My aunt, a woman whom I had always …show more content…
During the meeting my aunt denied all accusations and lied left and right trying to find a way out of trouble. As soon as the meeting concluded my aunt ran to my grandparents claiming that she had been attacked by her brothers and sisters, that nothing that had been said was true, and that anything they might hear from my mother or her siblings was a big lie. Sadly my grandparents believed every word that she had said, which resulted in them cutting the rest of their children and grandchildren off completely. For years my parents denied my wishes to see my cousins, and my grandparents stopped coming over to visit, inviting my family to the get togethers, and even calling to ask how our life was going. Being seven, I was blind to the fact that any of this was happening, in fact I hadn 't seen the problems at hand until I was thirteen years