Pain and fear.

Pain and fear,
When i was about 5 years old my mom thought she almost lost me. I loved to draw and color and wanted every pen and pencil in the house to play with. I was running around the house and I noticed a pen sitting on top of the television stand. I asked my mom to get it for me because I was to short to reach it, but she told me she was busy and she would get it later, but I didn’t want to wait. I was so excited to get that pen so I got it myself. I stood on the bottom of the television stand and went to go grab for the pen when all of a sudden to started to turn over and I couldn’t get out for the way fast enough. My mom kept yelling what was that and no one answered so she ran into the living room and saw me lying under the television stand and started screaming. She pushed it off of me and picked me up and rushed me to the car and took me to the hospital. We had to pick up my older sister on the way to the hospital because she was so scared. My sister got in the car and thought my mom had beat me. We got to the hospital and the doctors didn’t know what to think. My mom told them what happen, and they rushed me to the back and did x-rays. Thank god my mom got good news, they told her that I didn’t have any broken bones or anything I just had several bruises and it would take time for them to heal. I went home and just slept for several days and was in a lot of pain.