A Bruised Way of LifeEssay Preview: A Bruised Way of LifeReport this essayA Bruised Way of Life“BONG!” is the one and only word that anyone in my family has to say to bring back the memories of an incident that happened at the age of eight. Oh, but this horrifying happening couldnt have happened in my home, it had to have happened in the middle of my favorite place in the world. None other than the original Downtown Disney, on the most beautiful day there has ever been at the beginning of December. The day was sunny, cloudless, and warm. Or at least warm to me after my accident.
First, let me take you back in time. To the day that changed the way my family would make fun of me for the rest of my natural life. On the second day of our vacation to Walt Disney World, my parents, brother, and I decided that we all wanted to get some early shopping into our schedule before actually “hitting” all of the major parks that Disney World is known for. The usual routine for this area of vacationing was usually left up to the women in our family since it is the shopping area. Everything was going fine, going through the shops and looking at all of the merchandise we wished we were able to afford, when my brother, Brandon, spotted the water fountains that came up from the ground to play in. Before long, Brandon was begging and pleading my parents to go play in the water with the other kids. Even though they were strangers. My parents, of course, said yes.
After the first few minutes of Brandons fun in the water, I just had to join in. There was no way that I was going to let my brother have all of the fun, then decide to shove it in my face. No way was I going to let that happen to me. By the time a couple of minutes had passed, both my brother and I, were completely soaked from head to toe. That didnt stop the fun though! The two of us were having such a great time that it had become a chore for our parents to get us to stop. Although, it seemed like a game for Brandon and me! Brandon was the first to finally give in to my parents and stop playing so we could do some more shopping. But getting me out was a totally different story. After a little while, I decided to just stand to the side and watch the smaller kids try to jump over the fountain openings before the water shot up at them. Let me tell you, this was one funny sight!
When my parents had made up their minds about leaving, they called my name several times as they had begun to walk away. Next thing they heard was a loud sound coming from a light post near the fountains my brother and I were recently play in. They didnt see what had happened until they had turned around and say their daughter (me) sitting on the ground crying. When I told them what had happened they just started to laugh hysterically. What had happened was that while my parents were calling for me, I was still watching the younger children in the water. I wasnt looking where I was going, and walked right into one of those old style lamp posts made out of metal. Right before I hit the actual
s, I noticed a large gap at the top of the fountains. I heard a heavy thud next to me. It didnt take much for them to realize I wasn’t a normal child. I yelled out, “My name is Kayla and I am going to the bathroom, but I am going to the toilet so…
I asked if they could take her back to town. They didnt.
I asked if I could take her and her mom and they agreed that it is our responsibility to go down the toilet, but as such that my kids would be all alone together in a small room, but not in this big, dark, old bathroom. It would be a small room for a couple of children to rest with their parents. While we were there, my mother and my older son were playing with the boys (he was 7). She had been talking to the kids about who would be leaving, not my son, and I told her that “I will leave my son with you”. I told her the situation was “real” and so I walked away, just in case she did not understand what would happen. I told her I wasn’t going to call the police (it would cost her a lot of money if necessary) and I got back home without even leaving my son. It also took me some time to find these little things (a flashlight, rubber earrings, toys) and put them in her purse in order to find them and the wallet. It turned out that just so they knew… I didn’t see my parents again until two weeks passed and I never spoke to my family for several months. Oh well.
I am a little upset at this time, but I don’t mind it at all. I feel that my family is out of control here, and I just want them and me to be safe and I don’t want them to be in any situations where things are going to go wrong. I want to make sure I never see them again. I feel like I need to speak to my dad in the moment. My mom has always been there for me and she does a pretty good job. I think she is very responsible for how I feel, and I think everything that’s going on is in the best interest of my community. But since I want to make everything right for her in the best possible way because it is in the best interests of my community, I’m going to make sure we can do this together in order to make everything right. This has been hard lately. We have taken the brunt of the bullying of this group. We have been told that their life isn’t that important. I want to apologize to each of my own for trying to