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A childhood experience
As an infant, life was one of cheer joy and thrill with few or no mishaps except for one memorable incident that has been ever since embedded in my mind even up to this day.
As a child I always adored sports and never gave up the opportunity when it came by. At the age of three as I can recall I was playing football in my street with my cousins. Football being a rough game was not 'appropriate' for girls but I still persisted in playing with the 'big boys'. The exhilarating game was expectedly my team's win but to our astonishment we were trailing by 2 goals. My team and I were not going to tolerate that so we devised a game plan for the second half.
The second half commenced and I was playing as skilled as Renaldo from Brazil. The football, a blind man who needed to be guided to his destination required an extra boost from a reliable source. The dry, crisp leaves rustled under my feet as I sprinted towards my opponent's goal. As I was building my momentum an unexpected tackle from behind sent me soaring as a pelican, a shooting downwards to the sun lit ocean floor in order to seize his prey. As I landed an instant current rushed through my body ignited a loud ear piercing cry which broke the silence. I was howling all the way from the field to the lonely house. My head was bleeding profusely and the helpless blood gushed out at all angles without any sense of control. The pain was excruciating and my feeble undeveloped body could not withstand the throe. As my terrified mother entered, with a timorous expression upon her countenance all I could see reflecting in her eyes were a red viscous liquid that exploded out of an unrecognizable source. The water was the remedy used to curb the extensive out pore of my cherry red blood that felt like . My mother frantically rushed me to the hospital nearby where I was received multiple stitches which to this day is visible to the naked eye.