It was a cold, winter day in Denver, Colorado. The weather was freezing, almost to the point of snowfall, but only just about. Though it was frigid, there was still some rays from the Sun peaking out from the clouds, illuminating a little of what was a dark, gloomy day.
I was out, strolling around a frozen lake with my mother and brother. I have no idea why we were out on such gelid day. I was about 8 years old, just a mere child. My brother and I, being the little children we were with temerity, decided to go “skate” on the ice. We didn’t own skates, and we never have ice skated before.
We were having so much fun; we frolicked on the ice, no regard for the danger of being on a frozen lake. My mother, back on the shore, dithered, concerned for the safety of her children, but also not wanting to ruin …show more content…
Little did I know, that would be the last thing I would be doing. I twirled around, exhilarated, ready to have more fun.
CRACK!
I plunged into the water. It was so, so cold. I couldn’t grip on the ice and I couldn’t stand on the floor. It was deep, too deep for me to stand. I felt the water coercing me like I was some kind of anathema. It wanted me gone, pushing me down, and down.
Then, I felt something. Hands on me, pulling me out. It was my mo. My grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out of the water. My brother, standing next to my mother, was gaping in shock. We walked home. I was in the middle of my brother and mom, escorting me back home with their arms around me, trying to provide as much warmth as they can. I was so eager to go home. The numbness of my feet made it excruciating to walk another step.
We finally arrived home. As soon as we opened the door, I felt the heat of the fireplace embracing me in such a euphoric way. I wanted to sit next to the fire, but I had to go shower.
After my shower, I sat next to the fire. I laid my head on my knees and pondered.
“If I was alone, I could have
I was out, strolling around a frozen lake with my mother and brother. I have no idea why we were out on such gelid day. I was about 8 years old, just a mere child. My brother and I, being the little children we were with temerity, decided to go “skate” on the ice. We didn’t own skates, and we never have ice skated before.
We were having so much fun; we frolicked on the ice, no regard for the danger of being on a frozen lake. My mother, back on the shore, dithered, concerned for the safety of her children, but also not wanting to ruin …show more content…
Little did I know, that would be the last thing I would be doing. I twirled around, exhilarated, ready to have more fun.
CRACK!
I plunged into the water. It was so, so cold. I couldn’t grip on the ice and I couldn’t stand on the floor. It was deep, too deep for me to stand. I felt the water coercing me like I was some kind of anathema. It wanted me gone, pushing me down, and down.
Then, I felt something. Hands on me, pulling me out. It was my mo. My grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out of the water. My brother, standing next to my mother, was gaping in shock. We walked home. I was in the middle of my brother and mom, escorting me back home with their arms around me, trying to provide as much warmth as they can. I was so eager to go home. The numbness of my feet made it excruciating to walk another step.
We finally arrived home. As soon as we opened the door, I felt the heat of the fireplace embracing me in such a euphoric way. I wanted to sit next to the fire, but I had to go shower.
After my shower, I sat next to the fire. I laid my head on my knees and pondered.
“If I was alone, I could have