There I was, laying on the wooden, hard, platform of what used to be the clean stretcher that sat by the lifeguards. I could see myself, covered in sticky, hot, red, gooey blood as the gruesome story played back in my head.
It was a sunny day and my Grandpa Ron was taking us to Wild Waves, a huge park with water slides, roller coasters, and everything you could imagine and he was going to spoil us like usual. This was going to be another fun trip I thought in my head, but I was wrong. He let us feed the bright orange fish and then we all went into the hot tub to relax by the colorful water slides and the pirate bucket. I looked in amazement at the smooth, swirly slides coming off of the thick, stable structure and I saw a beautiful, swirly, tall and fast purple slide coming off the top of the structure and swirling all the way down into the pool. I could smell the chlorine dripping from it as my seven-year-old mind was determined. But then, something terrible happened!
I was walking across the middle of the wet walkway, and a boy older and bigger than me walked past me, but his big foot gave way and bumped me accidentally. My skinny, twig legs also then gave way immediately and I looked like the characters that slip on bananas in cartoons. This was real though. The bad part is that there was a stair behind me and my head went “CRACK” on the small corner of it, feeling no pain. “Sorry,” He mumbled. “Are you OK?”
“I am good.” I moaned on the ground. The odds of that were as slim as winning the lottery. I slowly got up; right leg, left leg, I thought as I was all confused about what had just really happened. What was about to happen next was too quick for me while I was in shock.
I got up, and an employee looks at me with a weird glance and said, “Are you OK?”
“Yeah” I mumbled, but then she glanced back at me as if she was scared and quickly says:
“No, you are not.” And that is when the blood started. She walked me down then put me on a stretcher and then other employees came over and put wet, tissues on my face but they were warm. I then realized what was happening. The red, hot, gooey, sticky, dripping, blood was going down my small, fragile head. The guy calmly said:
“Shut your eyes.” and I saw why. Off the reflection of the guy’s sunglasses, I see an ocean of blood coming down all over my face, and it was coming down to my eyes. In my peripheral vision I see a huge crowd of people like the people surrounding the red carpet, but bigger and they were all staring at the blood coming out of my head. I was embarrassed because I felt nothing. No pain at all.
Basically, when I got bumped, I shut my eyes, felt my momentum shift, and then I was on the ground in shock. After forever of just me, myself, I to comfort me, they finally lifted the stretcher which I was strapped to and lifted my tiny body to another room to wipe the rest of the blood off my face and head. We left immediately after that, and went to COSTCO (for some reason, I don’t remember).  But I do remember that a hot, sticky strand of raw blood was left down my right, smooth cheek and multiple people asked me what happened. Again, I was embarrassed.
Today, I look back on this feeling bad for the boy who accidentally bumped me because I didn't even go to the doctor and my hair covers the scar. I also feel bad for ruining my grandpa, my brothers, and even my own time because that was the last time we have been to Wild Waves. At least I didn't get seriously hurt and I learned a valuable lesson. Accidents can and will happen. You just have to know that it’s not the end of the world.