Childhood story

The twenty-four hours started as a usual Saturday does when your eight geezerhood old, up at nine oclock ready and raring to go for another exciting weekend full of promise. Jumping up and out of bed, pulling on my wearing apparel and running straight down steps forgetting about the more of the essence(predicate) amours much(prenominal) as cleaning my teeth and getting a wash. I shatter into my front room, turning the telecasting on I walked into the kitchen. Grabbing my favourite roster I poured in a generous helping of weetos, topping the pipe bowl up with milk I re-entered the front room.Of course on the television were the same old childrens cartoons that in wasted hours of my youthful emotional state watching. finale off the cereal I just dumped my empty bowl on the nearest table. Sitting myself back down I heard my unsounded shouting my name from upstairs. I hurriedly went back up stairs to see what she was so desperate to talk to me about. Approaching her bedroom admission I heard my sister wake up with a yawn. now was her tenth birthday, it was quite unusual for her not be up in front me especially on what I classed as the second most important day of the year Of course the most important was ChristmasI entered my mums room, peering close to the street corner of her door I asked whats the problem mum? she beckoned me into the room pose her finger to her lips as if to say be quiet. I sat on the bed next to her. She whispered to me do you remember what day it is? and as I said earlier it was my sisters birthday. Later on that day I was downstairs glaring aimlessly at the pointless cartoons that have plagued televisions for years now.My sister came downstairs and entered the front room where I was sat. I had already wished her happy birthday by this time and she exclaimed, have you seen what Ive got for my birthday? To be honest I didnt really care exclusively I didnt see then that one of her presents would change how I look for the rest of my life She began to announce what she had been given Ive got some new dolls, hairbrushes, clothes and roller-skates I wasnt at all interested in any of this stuff but I had to be polite, so I juts answered back oh very nice This act was the only thing of importance for a few hours. The next thing of interest was my sister had been trying her roller-skates on. She had been rolling up and down on the carpeted landing.When she had finished she left her skates dumped at the top of the stairs. I didnt in time notice as I was lost in a jeopardize of sonic the hedgehog on my megadrive. It was about one oclock when my mum shouted me down for dinner. I was really hungry and began to run down the landing. On the left hand array there was a four-foot wall to character the stairs from the landing. As I was only and still am quite small I couldnt see over the top bounding somewhat the corner of this I stomped down onto the first step, from the second my foot hit something unwav ering I could tell there was a problem.My foot went from underneath me and my ashes began to bounce down the stairs. Every time I hit the stairs another bruise appeared on my pale skin. As I roughshod I could see the radiator running down the right hand side of the wall at the bottom of the stairs. I knew what was going to happen but I was powerless to stop it. My head came crashing into the edge of the protruding radiator, snub a deep hole into my skull. The pain hit me like a sledgehammer, blood filled my eyes as I began to scream. I could precisely see, everything was red, all I could make out were shapes.I heard hatful around me but that was the last thing I could remember. Four hours later I awoke in hospital with a big bandage around my head. The doctor was talking to my parents as I opened my eyes. They both cut me sitting up and ran straight over to me. Both were wrapping their arm around me. I asked what had happened, they explained to me my head had to glued and it would most probably dent All I could think about though was the smell of Kentucky deep-fried chicken coming from the bed next to me