See You Next Fall

Have you ever heard the joke, "Have a nice trip, yeah I'll see you next fall?" Well this joke soon became my motto on one Sunday afternoon. Every Sunday my family and I always go over to eat at my grandparents' house for a delicious meal. My uncle brought his two dogs over to my grandparents' house. Their names were Skully and Sheba. While my grandma was busily preparing the meal, i went outside to go play with the young, playful dogs. We were having a great time running around and rolling all over the ground. I thought that I was having one of the best time of my life. Suddenly out of nowhere I tripped over something. After I had gotten up I found myself looking at my hand, bloody and shaking, I realized I had hit my head. I don't remember if it was the sight of the blood that scared me the most, or the fact i had busted my head wide open. Heart pounding, I started to cry and didn't stop for a long time. The only thing I remember at my grandparents house after that was somebody offering me a dollar bill to cheer me up and to stop crying. Later I was rushed to the emergency room or urgent care; I don't remember which one it was exactly. Sitting, patiently in the waiting room was dreadful. When the doctor came in it wasn't the best time either. I remember the exact number of stitches that were sewed into my head: six. The stitches stayed in my forehead for what seemed like an eternity. The day finally came to have them removed; I rejoiced. It was probably one of the happiest days of my life. Even though there is still a scar that I cannot forget. There is one thing that I will never forget: the day I ran into a tree headfirst. And hopefully I will never ever have to see you again next fall.