Biography: A Day Gone Horribly Awry
Photo by WikiMedia The wind flew through my hair. I had never been so tall! I could practically touch the fluorescent lights that blinded me as they dangled precariously from the ceiling high above. I hovered above the world and for just a moment, I could do anything. At eight years old, on a sunny April afternoon, I was living. Truly living. Well... For an eight year old, anyways. After finishing up my school day, I had walked myself down to the after school care classroom, and promptly finished my snack. All I wanted was to get to the small gym that doubled as a cafeteria because Fridays were special at after school care. Fridays were free play day. I grabbed the hand of the fourth grader next to me. Sara was always nice. She didn't have many friends in her own grade, but I didn't mind. It meant that she'd always be willing to play with me! We entered the school gymnasium and...