Major Scare

Something so simple can become a maze instantly. I never thought that this would be an adventure. I learned how to do this at a very young age yet I struggled every time on these.

St. Michaels Catholic School in Livonia has a very large gymnasium. But what are larger are the bleachers. They are no ordinary bleachers, I considered them extreme. They were around five times taller than normal steps on bleachers. I was only a short seven-year-old so the steps were a mountain to me. Not only were the steps too high but there was an inch and a half ledge that popped up above the rest of the step. These bleachers were very difficult to climb up especially since I was running.

I was at a nighttime band concert that my brother was playing in. I was coloring in very detailed coloring books. To color these perfectly was impossible. I tried and tried but I would always accidentally color outside these precise portraits. Finally, I colored the best one. It was perfect so I wanted to show my parents while they listened to my brother his music.

I tried to go down the mountainous stairs toward my parents but I tripped and almost dove down the giant maze. Luckily I saved myself or one of my fears would have taken place: diving face-first down a huge flight of stairs. That trip was like a major warning that I should have been aware of, but I was too distracted by my drawing.

I climbed back up the dangerous steps to color in another picture. The one I picked was even more complicated and I really liked the colors I used. I marched down the tremendous bleachers carelessly. I wanted to show my mom this picture but I didn’t quite make it to her.

As I raced down these stairs, I felt as if I was in an obstacle course. I had to dodge items I could slip on and had to jump over gaps. I was doing well in the “course” until, just for a second, I looked at the band and forgot what I was doing. Suddenly all I knew was that I was tumbling down the flight of stairs. Then I realized what had happened. I stepped right in front of the high edge and half of my shoe was caught in the ledge. My fear was accomplished since I dove down the entire set of stairs.

My dad ran after me and we were both surprised that I didn’t get a concussion. Finally I exited the gymnasium so that I wouldn’t take the attention away from the band (which I already did so it was useless). I had blood dripping from my face but in the end it all left a tiny scar. I was lucky that night and will be more aware next time.