One particular story that I enjoy sharing to my friends is my I-stupidly-slipped-off-a-wet-tiled-floor experience. Here is how it goes.
It was a cloudy Sunday, I was outside playing with my two younger brothers. It was already twilight but because the next day was a school day, I wanted to make the most of the day’s time. There are only two days in a week when we can enjoy ourselves since during Monday to Friday we were too busy making assignments and reviewing. We have to sleep early and wake up early too. I was a third year high school back then. All work and no play makes a dull boy they say.
Suddenly, the rain begun pouring down. We hurriedly went inside our house. My mom was cooking, we chatted with her. It took me some time to realize that the rain must have entered the house because I haven’t closed the windows. It was my duty to close the windows.If that ain’t done I probably might be scolded. I went to our living room. I was about to close one set of jalousie when I felt the sudden pull of gravity. Then it happened so quick, my small butt landed on the floor. I tried to protect my upper body by placing my hands on both sides on the tiles but it slipped off too. What followed, I heard a loud kablag!and then another one!My head hit the edge of our center table before it landed on the floor. Gosh! Not just once but twice!
What I vividly remember is that I wasn’t concerned before of what I feel. It hurts, yes of course! However I was more worried of the possibility that my dad would find out I skid because I forgot to close the glass windows for the reason that I was playing endlessly, he’ll scold me (which was just my stupid thinking-my immature thought). So even though my head was hurting and I felt like its swimming, I stood up hurriedly(thank God, this time I did not slip off again) and I continued closing other open windows while massaging those parts which were badly aching—my butt and my head. After that I went back to the kitchen. No one noticed what had happened out there. I acted just fine but from time to time I was touching my head because it was really hurting. Imagine, it was like being hit on the head twice by a baseball batter.
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