One sunny Sunday in June just after summer vacation started when I was seven, I was swinging while my mom's back was to me as she was hanging the clothes to dry. It was a perfect moment to really lean back and swing high like I was told not to. I leaned a little too far back and slid off the swing, bashing my elbow on a rock. God had gotten me!
I ran into the house and buried my face crying into the couch so he wouldn't hear me, after all I'd gotten what I deserved for disobeying my mom. Complaining would just make Him angrier. For the rest of the day I stoically held my arm still and said I was fine. In my mind I had to accept my punishment and it would stop hurting when God forgave me.
By nightfall it was clear something was seriously wrong with my arm so they took me to the hospital. I actually broke my elbow and for some reason spent 3 days in the hospital (this was back in the days when parents couldn't stay) This really scared me so I was very wary of disobeying my parents for quite a while.
A childhood belief about characters
others believed things like this
- I used to think that if I was swinging on a swing fast enough, I could jump off it and start flying.— Nick
- that if i swang high enough on the swing set at my grandmothers house...i could catch a cloud for her.— nicole
- I used to think that swing music was called that because you listened to it when playing on the swing set.Anon
- back in the days i thought the world was black and white like in the pictures— compaq
- I called every body part my elbow. For example if my leg hurt I would say my elbow hurt.— Kady
- When I was little, I believed my parents really had eyes in the back of their head.— Tera