Chronicle Of A Scar Essay

Chronicle of a Scar

Growing up, I was always a tomboy. While the girls were busy playing Barbie, I was building forts and playing in the dirt with the boys.

About a month before my eleventh birthday, I went roller skating with my mom, my aunt, and my cousin. I was quite the adventure seeker at that age and liked to skate as fast as I could. Well, of course, I fell. Not only did I fall, but I ended up with a cast on my left wrist for a month.

Luckily, a few days before my birthday, my cast was removed. This was fortunate for me because I was getting the gift of all birthday gifts. I was getting that bike I had been eyeing for so long.

For months, my parents had taken me into BEST Department Store and I would just fantasize about riding that bike with the

It was a 26-inch Huffy 10-speed. It was a lovely shade of lavender. It was really unique because the paint had these little sparkles in it, which glimmered when the sun shined on it. The handle bars were also lavender, with little black checkers on them. The bike had a black seat and white reflectors, not those cheesy yellow or red reflectors. It was the bike of all bikes, and it was going to be mine.

Finally, the day had arrived. My eleventh birthday. The bike was a little too big for me, but my parents decided that I would grow into it. All of the kids in the neighbor- hood came to my party and checked out my new "wheels." Just as I had planned, I was the envy of the neighborhood. But, of course, it rained that day. And the next day, and the next.

Finally, on Saturday morning , the sun was shining brightly. At about 11 AM, my neighbor, Jaime, called me and asked me if I would like to ride bikes with her. She was two years younger than me and just as much a daredevil. I didn't hesitate for a moment. I put on my sneakers and headed out the door. I can still hear my mother saying,. "You just got your cast taken off your arm. Don't break anything