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''Uh-Oh

       One day while going down stairs, a normal activity for any day, I slipped.  Now this wasn’t just any slip somebody poured water all over the steps as if trying to make me fall.  Falling down the stairs I got a close look and man those steps was ugly.  All at once I started doing summer saults, flips, and cartwheels.  We’d just taken the carpet out so there were all kinds of little staples and nails on the twenty-four dark red steps.  All at once I started doing summersaults, flips, and cart wheels.  I could feel and taste the tears coming down my face.  Now I was only four years old when all this happened.  Just imagine how terrified you’d be going through that at four years old. 
       This may come as a surprise but I even remember what I was wearing.  I was wearing a pair of shorts, a striped blue and pink shirt, and some purple socks. I had my hair down too. Now, I had no idea what was going on. Alls I could think was I’m going to die.  Silently, but slowly I fell.  It seemed like it would last for ever.  Two of my brothers were down stairs playing a game of pool and talking really loud. Even if you tried if you were down stairs with them you couldn’t here anything coming down.  I was hoping that some miracle would happen. One, two, three steps down it just got scarier and scarier. It’s kind of like riding your very first roller coaster the fear of losing your life.  
       Then I see my mom just a glance though at the top of the stairs not knowing what to do the boys down stairs won’t hear me she was probably thinking how am I going to get her on time before she hits the concrete floor at the bottom. About half the way down I start feeling a small pain on every part of my body.  I started thinking why would this happen to me I’m a good girl.  I don’t want to die. You shouldn’t have to fear for your life at four years old not ever actually.  
      Flip, flop, flip, flop, flipping, and flopping like a fish on land except falling down the stairs. It’s probably a good thing that mom and dad had recently put a wall next to the stairs. Considering they have seven kids all under the age of thirteen. At this point I was hoping to reach the bottom of the stairs. Who wouldn’t be?  Closer and closer and closer to the bottom I got. I’d never thought that only a minute would feel like a life time being so young and boy was I wrong. By three-fourths the way down my tears dried up. 
        Five steps to the bottom and I’m a goner is all I could think at that time.  Then three steps from the bottom my brother showed up put his hands out and caught my head right at the last moment.  Oh that would have of busted my head right open and I would have most likely died.  The minute Bryan caught my head my mom ran down the stairs probably expecting the worst but she’ll never tell.
          I had a few bumps and bruises and scratches, which healed up pretty fast.  I was pretty darn sore after that fall you would be too.   As soon as he caught my head I almost immediately got up and hugged everybody.  I learned you got to live every moment like it’s your last. 
      

        By a 14 year old''