The usual house smell, now covered up by the mouth-watering scent of chocolate chip pancakes, mixed with golden syrup and a smooth hint of melting butter. Ah, it feels like a wonderful day to go outside and play around on my scooter. So I went out into the musty garage, grabbed my scooter, and opened the garage to ride around outside.

I rode around with my scooter, having no care about the world around me, other than watching out for cars. It was a sunny day, filled with light clouds and a light breeze went through the air, tickling my skin as it passed by. I started to ride from the top of the hill to the bottom, turning at the end so I wouldn’t crash into the curb. “Weeee!” I screeched as I went down the hill gathering momentum, feeling the light breeze turning into the fast, whooshing, wind that seemed to be able to blow down a skyscraper. I was at the bottom, so I turned more sharply than I thought I would, thinking I would be a raging tornado myself. But turns out that was a horrific mistake. The scooter skidded out from under me, with a loud CLANG, I fell down to the ground, scraping my leg as I tried to use my hands to stop me from hitting the ground.

While I hit the ground, I felt a burning stinging on my leg, like a wildfire had started there, spreading until I focused on my leg. Slowly, blood started to ooze out from my leg, and I limped back into my house, all those delectable smells forgotten. So I went to my sister, because she is the one who was home at the time, one who helped me with homework, drove me to places like the park, made me delicious food, and patched me up when I hurt myself.

So my sister came over to me saying, “What did you do to your leg?” and automatically proceeded to clean the wound first with water and cotton. After that, she put a bandage on the wound. She comforted me during the whole process, telling me I was gonna be fine, and I managed to pull through, feeling as fit as a fiddle afterwards.

“Thanks Nina.” I managed to say after she put the bandage on my leg.
“Your welcome Andy. It will be all better in a few days.” she said back to me.

Now, my sister is going to a university for college. However, she will always be a lasting memory, and I will never forget her. I will always remember the sunny days on the trampoline, sitting down to lick popsicles at the curb, and making pancakes inside on those gloomy days. I once thought to myself, as I heard it somewhere else before, “you know, there is a person in everyone’s life in which they will never forget.”