Running
All scars have a memory to go with them. Some are great tales, some are little stories, and some are just little slips while you are making dinner. But every scar gives the person who has one a story to tell.
Running. I remember running. Around the corner. Throught the doorway, trying to find a place to hide.We were playing tag and I thought I could outsmart my sister, Emma, by hiding in the basement. She came down the stairs and started to look for me. It took her a while but she finally found me. Emma chased me up the stairs around the corner to the doorway to the living room. I hit my fingers on the door frame as I ran through, it stung but I did not think too much about it. I ran outside and around the house to find another spot to hide in.
As soon as I found a good hiding spot I sat down to catch my breath. After doing so I looked at my hand to find that it was bleeding. At that point a lot of questions were going through my head. How did this happen? What did I do? When did it happen? Then it dawned on me I had cut my finger when I hit it on the door way. Now came the real question for me to answer. Do I run to my mom or stay in my hiding spot so my sister does not find me and win.
All scars have a memory to go with them. Some are great tales, some are little stories, and some are just little slips while you are making dinner. But every scar gives the person who has one a story to tell.
Running. I remember running. Around the corner. Throught the doorway, trying to find a place to hide.We were playing tag and I thought I could outsmart my sister, Emma, by hiding in the basement. She came down the stairs and started to look for me. It took her a while but she finally found me. Emma chased me up the stairs around the corner to the doorway to the living room. I hit my fingers on the door frame as I ran through, it stung but I did not think too much about it. I ran outside and around the house to find another spot to hide in.
As soon as I found a good hiding spot I sat down to catch my breath. After doing so I looked at my hand to find that it was bleeding. At that point a lot of questions were going through my head. How did this happen? What did I do? When did it happen? Then it dawned on me I had cut my finger when I hit it on the door way. Now came the real question for me to answer. Do I run to my mom or stay in my hiding spot so my sister does not find me and win.