Overreaction. The summer before my fifth grade year in school, I was waited on hand and foot by my parents, grandparents, Aunts and Uncles, although it was not that big a deal. I even had a bell that I would ring if I needed anything. I learned to be responsible and I learned to be careful of your surroundings. Also, that I’m very lucky that I have such a caring family. Even if it may not seem so sometimes.
It all started when I went to my camp in West Gardiner, by Cobbosseecontee Lake. I went with my sister Sierra, cousin Ashley Leigh, and my Nana, Wanda Mansir. I had been in a bad mood saying that my parents don’t care for me, because they had treated Jason like a little angel giving hime what he wanted, while I was working hard doing my chores getting nothing. My parents, and other people with them, were in Augusta, Gardiner, Camden, and other places, running errands. Like going shopping for the upcoming birthday party.
Sierra, Ashley, and I were all excited about going to the camp. We hadn’t been there for two weeks. We were practically bouncing out of our seats as we turned the corner on the dirt road to the camp. When the car stopped we jumped out of the car and got into our swimsuits and were in or near the water within’ 5 minutes. I was on the dock and was going to kayak, but I hadn’t put my lifejacket on yet.
Sierra and Ashley yelled to me. They wanted me to swim with them, and they dared me to jump off the dock. I jumped off the dock and as my feet hit the ground I felt a little sting, but I thought that was just do to the fact that I had jumped of feet first. I started to walk over to them, but my foot was still a little sore. I looked behind me and saw a trail of blood in the water. I panicked and looked at my foot. There was a huge cut between my first and second toes. I screamed and ran onto the land. My sister and Ashley following. My Nana came out of the camp and started asking me what’s wrong.
I was still crying and screaming, but my Nana got me to quiet down and I told her what had happened. She put a towel on the front seat and I got in, still wet, and in my swimsuit. She got Sierra and Ashley in the back of the car and me in the front and hurriedly rushed me to the clinic. When we got there we did not have to wait. My doctor, Dr. Miller, was in and didn’t have an appointment coming up for a little while. So I went in and got my foot cleaned. Then to stitch it they numbed it, sticking a needle in the cut. Worst feeling ever. Then they stitched it.
Three days later, I had been at my cousins house everyday, I got a wheelchair. My parents had been carrying me. I was so happy, now that they didn’t have to anymore. Cause my dad had hurt his back a little while ago, and he wasn’t supposed to lift over 20 lbs so I felt bad. I had weighed 60 lbs at the time. It was also very fun to ride in the wheelchair. I loved it.
As the weeks passed, oh so slowly, by I was growing board. My parents had been too overprotective, and I can say this because I was almost never left by myself. Although, it was fun to be able to play the computer at my cousins house all day. I played Oregon Trail. I had a bell that I would ring if I ever needed anything, I was being waited on hand and foot. My parents cared about me sooo much, apparently, now that I have my foot cut, is what I thought.
One day, my cousin Shèna Collins came over to visit, and I wanted to leave the house for once so I asked Shèna if she could bring me shopping. She was sixteen. So we went to Claire’s and Deb’s and even Wal★Mart. When we were in Wal★Mart I got to ride in the wheelchair shopping carts. We bought some stuff.
The two weeks were up, and I was heading to Sheepscott Valley Clinic to get my stitches taken out. We got there and I was able to press the wheelchair buttons, I had thought that was fun. After waiting for around fifteen minutes, I was taken in and the stitches taken out. It tickled when they were taken out. That was the sixth time I had gotten stitches since I was born. Later on I realized that my parents always care about me, and that they had to tell me no when I did something bad. Also, I realized that the reason why they had treated me like that, was because they had told me numerous time that I was supposed to feed Kiera, Daisy, Maya, and all the other animals every day. Not every four days. Except for Lou, our snake, and Kiki, our Leopard Gecko.
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