A Life Lesson
Throughout life, there are certain points that you look back on and say "what wasI thinking?!" or "could I have really been that stupid?" I assure you that I have amultitude of such memories, but the one that stands out in my mind was an experiencethat not only questioned my maturity or brain-power, but also changed the way I live my I will never forget that hot, sticky day in late July. I was 7 years old and ready tostart the second grade at the East Bay School of the Performing Arts. I was at thepinnacle of maturity, intelligence and, best of all, invincibility. Nothing could stop me;not the flu, not my mother leaning half backwards outside the back window to "clean[my] room!" and certainly not the disease or "unfortunate accidents" that happened to
I dropped myseat belt; I was a big girl today. As Ashley started the car Iinstinctively reached for my seat belt but glanced sideways to see what she was doing. I slidinto the passenger seat like a mature lady would do and promptly rolled down mywindow to check out the view from such a cool ride. The seeminglyinsignificant decision of not fastening my seat belt cost me three broken ribs and asprained wrist that still bothers me to this day. TV shows that my mom watched after work. with the music blasting and my seat beltsoftly clicking against the door, I felt as though I were in a dream. Now, looking back, that was at that precise moment that I wonder "what was Ithinking? Could I have really been that stupid?" The importance of the way in which Iappeared allowed me to completely overlook my own safety and common sense, (or asmuch common sense as I could have had at 7 years old). I dont quite know what happened that afternoon but waking upin a hospital bed full of tubes and gasping for breath only to feel a stabbing pain in myright side was enough to tell me that something had gone horrible wrong. She was a "big girl" and I was going to be a"big girl" with her at Stoneridge mall. That is when my eyes were forced open and I realized how vulnerable Ireally am in the world and the true importance of being careful. The irony lies in that I steeped into thatcar aspiring to be a grown up and, upon leaving I had matured quicker that I could haveever dreamed. I hardly noticed at thecar veered slowly to the right but the sound of metal on metal, glass shattering impactwill never leave my mind.
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