My Dumbest Moment by Katherine Lyons

  

                I remember I was about 9 or 10 years old at a camp at North Cross and I was running around playing a game with my friends. At that time Pokemon was the “popular thing.” We always used to act like we were the Pokemon. Back then I actually thought it was fun, till one day I wasn’t paying any attention to what I was doing or where I was going and I ran into a metal fence.

                  I was crying and bleeding a lot. I bashed my head onto the metal part of the fence. I guess I hit it falling, but I don’t really remember. My friend Sarah had to walk me over to a counselor because the bleeding didn’t stop. She actually had a lot of my blood on her hands.

                  My mom had to come get me and take me to the hospital. Let my just clarify this, I HATE HOSPITALS WITH A FIERY PASSION!!!! I kept stalling and saying “I don’t need to go I’m fine, can we just turn around please?” but we went anyway. I kept thinking to myself “Am I going to get stitches? How bad is it?”  Apparently my mom knew I was thinking that because she said “Don’t stress out about this, it will be over before you know it.”

                  We were in the ER waiting for about 15 minutes, but it felt life forever. When someone finally called my name I was actually relieved. I went back with the nurse and somehow where I hit my head swelled up a bit. A doctor came in and looked at my head. He said “You will not have to get stitches but I will have to put some strips and glue on the wound.”

                  When we left the ER I asked my mom if she was taking me back to camp and she said “Yes, I still have work to do. I had to get someone to cover me so I could get here.” We eventually got back to camp and my friends literally ran up to me and hugged me. They kept asking “Kat are you okay?” I was kind of wanting to tell them that it wasn’t a big deal but at the same time I felt good that they cared.

                  That next school year I told my friends that I hadn’t seen over the summer about my accident at camp. Of course, they laughed at me but I can see why now. That incident happened a little over 4 years ago but I still think about what could have happened or what I could have done different. But I have learned from that experience to actually pay attention to what I am doing and be careful.

                  Now I look back on this and just think about how stupid I was. I think I have matured a little more since then because I have not done anything like that again but I still hit my head all the time. I guess it’s just because I’m a klutz.