On a hot summer day when I was five the sun was shining bright and the temperature was about 85 degrees Fahrenheit, I ran outside in shorts and a tank top. I flew over to the swing set, plopped myself down and started to pump. As I pumped, my swing got higher and the whole set started to go up and down in rhythm with the swing.

I kept pumping, and my swing set started rocking with the rhythm, up and down, up and down, really fast. I leaned my body back so my hair was brushing the ground, and suddenly, I flipped over and hit my head. I would’ve cried but I was too shocked to! The back of my head was flat on the ground, my bum was still on the swing, and my hands were up near my face. Who could cry in a position like that?

After a few minutes, which dragged on like centuries, I felt myself starting to slip off the swing and land, harder than before onto the cold hard ground. Now I was in a position to cry, and I did. I bawled so loud people probably could have heard me in China!
As I was falling I had seen my life flash before my eyes and I closed my eyes to get the picture out of my head, but it didn’t work. I thought I was in Heaven because I had taken such a nasty fall. When I opened my eyes I thought an angel had duplicated my yard and put one copy in Heaven.