The fall

Something indicated it was a bad idea to play with the plastic shelves my dad had in the garage. My cousin used to often pay visits to my house where we would play all kinds of games. Our imaginations ran wild when it came down to playing. A screwdriver would turn into a wand, the old truck parked in my back yard became an ice-cream truck and the white plastic shelves transformed to bunk beds. Everyday all day we would play with whatever resources we had.

“Hey lets play house?” Celeste insisted. 

We used to pretend to change our names in order to make the game more exciting. So in this case my name was Mariana and hers was Allison. In a matter of minutes the garage turned into a house. The shelves were used as beds and were about 3 feet tall, there was three sections to it. My cousin celeste decided to sleep on the way top one. “Day time” came around and we got up from “bed.” I easily got up and started skipping toward our pretended kitchen. I asked Allison if she wanted coffee or juice for her breakfast. There was no response to my question which made me turn around to search for her. I quickly found her on the floor of the garage. It seemed like she was either crying or laughing, it was really hard to tell. Maybe she was doing both.

“What’s wrong?! Did you get hurt?” 

“I. FELL. DOWN!” She was so out of breath it was hard to distinguish what she was saying. Finally I realized she was both crying and laughing. My cousin was crying because the fall had hurt her really bad and she was laughing at the image of her falling. This is when I realized her optimism was impressive considering she had just fallen. It quickly became a life lesson: doesn’t matter how hard the fall is, you can cry a little, but never let it bring you down.