Memoir Monday: Shoe Laces

Memoir Monday: Shoe Laces

¨Tie my shoe laces, HAH!! Like if any thing would happen to me.¨ I said. I started to walk the half-mile we had to do every day; I don’t need to tie my shoe laces. The day was beautiful and the sky was a dreamy blue, the clouds, white puffs, rolling across the sky, I don’t need to tie my shoe laces. I kept on walking; kids ran past me, almost making gusts of wind as they passed by, a group of boys went by, I don’t need to tie my sho… CRASH!!!!... Darkness…Pain, I felt thousands of needles piercing my skin… I open my eyes, the light blinds me, a familiar voice, ¨Hey Ines, you OK?¨ he said, ¨Sure, what happened?¨ I said as I placed my hand on the place where the pain had struck, I felt something wet and pulled it back quickly, blood. ¨Nah, nothing, you just tripped on your shoe laces.¨ I rolled my eyes. I then learned that, those dumb little details they always tell you to remember, are for a good reason.