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Slow Is The Way To Go
How many times can a person admit, without lying, about a time in their lives where they have, or had, experienced a time viewed in slow-motion? I had lived through a time like this. Should I have been scared?
When I was younger, maybe six years of age, I lived with my grandparents. The house wasn’t big, nor was it small. The living room was fairly large; spacious. Past the living room were three rooms- three bedrooms and a bathroom. There was a bar in the kitchen, a backdoor, and stairs leading to the basement. The basement was separated by two rooms; a small living area and the laundry room.
I was home alone, or so I thought - I have no idea if I truly was. I was in the basement playing Pokémon Stadium on the Nintendo 64. I was pretty bored, it was warm outside, but my mom had brainwashed me when I was even younger. Anyway, I was playing in the basement, hungry as I usually am, but too lazy to get up. I was pretty lazy as a child; so into my game to where I wouldn’t even want to get up to use the bathroom, until I could no longer hold it.
This was to happen yet again, and I had waited to use the bathroom until I had a valid point in my game to pause. Not able to get back to my game, I paused and darted up the stairs. The next thing I know I’m upside down – falling in slow-motion. It fell as if I were falling for hours. Then suddenly I felt nothing… could see nothing.. It felt as though a long time had passed. I crack open my eyes. No one’s there. Black surrounds me yet again. I crack my eyes after what felt like another hour. This time my entire family surrounds me, but everything was a blur. After a while they helped me up, and I was fine. The strangest thing though, is that I no longer had to use the bathroom, nor had I emptied my bladder…
It is important to take things slowly. I could have potentially died; the fall was about eight feet, or so. Don’t get into a rush, be patient; it is better to be slow than to be dead. Besides, if you go too fast in life you could miss something, and that something may be important. I feel lucky to be here today. Looking back at that day, for a six year old, that was a long way to fall.
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