Hey there, this time I had to write a story about a turning point in my life. I have had several I must say, but this might be the one I like the most, hope you like it:
A Calm “Life or Death Situation”
Lying in bed, I was surrounded by many books that were waiting for me with their unknown exercises that had to be answered. Green walls with a white ceiling which had become dusty over time were all that I could see. The strong summer light of the giant heavenly body, burst through the door and the window of my square shelter. I decided while turning on the TV, that those exercises could wait. While flipping through channels, my body acted in an unconscious way. I had the odd habit of putting my eraser inside my mouth. As a child I used to buy my academic supplies in unordinary shapes, so my eraser was nothing but a spherical ball of green rubber whose funny shape helped mitigate the fact of finding out that I had a wrong answer or simply the fact of facing all that homework.
My eraser played joyfully inside my mouth; my teeth and tongue became close friends with the circular toy. I stopped channel surfing because I found one of my favorite TV shows. Suddenly they made a joke, I laughed, and my little round friend slid subtly down and son got stuck somewhere in my throat. I never got scared; I was so relaxed. I tried to breathe through my nose but, I could not do it; and then I tried through my mouth but I could not either. Up until that moment I did not know that my mouth and my nasal cavity were connected somewhere but, even having suddenly discovered this by myself, along with the fact that I would die in some seconds, I was still relaxed. I used to play a game with my father that consisted of holding my breath as long as I could and sometimes I could hold it for one minute and twenty-four seconds, despite my record, I had a life or death situation on my hands because I could not keep holding my breath. I stood up and I thought of going to the living room where my sister was because she is a nurse and she would have helped me with this issue. As I was walking towards her I thought “if she helps me and I am still alive after this, my mom will kill me for my irresponsibility”. So I turned around and decided to have a calm death in my room but suddenly something happened; I am not really sure what it was but I remember I made a kind of bow and I launched the green ball out of my entrails.
The air never tasted so good; I found its flavor sweet, cold, soft and satisfactory. My lungs were not large enough to breathe it all in. It’s reassuring to know that this story has been told many times, a story about how one day a little boy had only one minute and twenty-four seconds to face death.
My eraser played joyfully inside my mouth; my teeth and tongue became close friends with the circular toy. I stopped channel surfing because I found one of my favorite TV shows. Suddenly they made a joke, I laughed, and my little round friend slid subtly down and son got stuck somewhere in my throat. I never got scared; I was so relaxed. I tried to breathe through my nose but, I could not do it; and then I tried through my mouth but I could not either. Up until that moment I did not know that my mouth and my nasal cavity were connected somewhere but, even having suddenly discovered this by myself, along with the fact that I would die in some seconds, I was still relaxed. I used to play a game with my father that consisted of holding my breath as long as I could and sometimes I could hold it for one minute and twenty-four seconds, despite my record, I had a life or death situation on my hands because I could not keep holding my breath. I stood up and I thought of going to the living room where my sister was because she is a nurse and she would have helped me with this issue. As I was walking towards her I thought “if she helps me and I am still alive after this, my mom will kill me for my irresponsibility”. So I turned around and decided to have a calm death in my room but suddenly something happened; I am not really sure what it was but I remember I made a kind of bow and I launched the green ball out of my entrails.
The air never tasted so good; I found its flavor sweet, cold, soft and satisfactory. My lungs were not large enough to breathe it all in. It’s reassuring to know that this story has been told many times, a story about how one day a little boy had only one minute and twenty-four seconds to face death.
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario