Each and every person has his or her own set of experiences of life. Some people find it hard to talk about their past experiences; while others find pleasure in telling people about the unforgettable moments in their childhood that have had an impact in lives they live today. As for me, I felt that my childhood memories and experiences were some of the most exciting but at the same time challenging events in my whole life. Like a butterfly, I felt that my life was filled with potentials, and I needed to fly out there and explore them. As a child, I felt like a little bee yearning to get out of the beehive to explore the world and what it had to offer. Every person tends to have fear for something that makes them paralyzed on the spot when they are in the presence of that thing. I happen to have fear for heights. This is story of my childhood that has impacted my life up to date.
I remember one time when I was playing with my childhood best friend, Anita in my bedroom which was on the first floor of our house. Besides the house, there was a very big mango tree that was in season, and it had many big mangoes, that I always wished I could pick from my bedroom. Whenever I was seated on my bedroom window, I was just a few inches away from the fruits. I remember asking my mom who was resting below the mango tree if I could jump from the window to the mango tree to pick the fruits; I did not want to go through the hustle of going down stairs then climbing the tree for me to get the fruits. My mum, with her stern but loving voice, warned me not to try jumping through the window, to the top of the mango tree. She said, “Listen to me; you will only get hurt by jumping through the window”. Although I knew I had this fear of heights, my friends’ teases made me want to have the courage to overcome the fear. My best friend kept on telling me that it would be fun jumping on a mango tree like a monkey. I visualized myself as a monkey jumping on top of a tree; it sounded funny and I had this urge to try, especially to prove to my friends that I was not afraid anymore.Want an expert to write a paper for you Talk to an operator now
Like any other spoilt child who is determined to do the forbidden, I disregarded my mom’s advice. Seeing that her attention was not on us, I made a deal with my friend, to go out and stand below the mango tree to hold me incase I would miss it. She quickly ran out, and as soon as she was right below the tree, I jumped. Guess what happened; I missed the tree very narrowly and landed right on top of my friend’s head, and we both fell down. We were lucky that we did not get serious injuries. Can you imagine what would have happened if no one was available to support me, I would really have sustained serious injuries, even a dislocation? Now, that is what you call the consequence of not obeying your parents. You can imagine the reaction of my mum, she was yelling when she saw me; she though that I might be injured so badly that I may not walk again. She came right where we fell and held me tight, I could tell that she was sobbing, but at the same time happy that nothing serious had happened to me. I swore never to disobey my parents again.
Soon it was summer holidays and my friends asked me to go and swim with them. I remembered that I feared heights, and I did not want to go climbing into the river to swim just because I wanted to please them. I quickly remembered how I almost got injured while trying to jump from my bedroom window to the top of the mango tree. Again, my friend Anita, convinced me to go, since she was also going, and I needed to prove to my friends that I no longer feared jumping from higher heights. Children forget really fast; I do not imagine how I agreed to do something like that. I told my mum that I was going swimming with my friends, but she adamantly refused. She knew my fear of jumping from higher heights; her greatest fear was that I might get injured. Imagining the adventure that was awaiting us, I could not hold myself back. I escaped with my friends, and once again I disobeyed my mum.
On arrival, I was amazed by the spectacular scenes in the area. The place was breathtaking; the rocky cliff from which we were to jump from, was covered all over with smooth green grass, and beneath the cliff, was the water, deep and blue in color, splashing against the base of the cliff. The scene was just amazing. We saw other divers jumping into the water from the cliff, and it seemed like they were enjoying themselves. I was encouraged to try, after all what was the essence of disobeying my mom to come all the way to the river, only to retract at the last minute? I was determined to do the impossible.
Soon we started changing into swim suits, since we were wearing normal clothes when we came. Anita asked me if I wanted to jump into the water first. She knew that I feared heights and she wanted to see my reaction. I told her that I was not ready yet, with a courageous face, so that she could detect that I was already trembling. One of my other friends named Mark, decided to jump into the water, since it seemed that everyone had suddenly feared jumping. As soon as he was in the water, he shouted that I was next. It seemed that there was a plot, because to my surprise, everyone unanimously agreed that I be the second to follow. I went to the edge of the cliff to see where I was going to jump. Little did I know that my friends had planned to push me into the water. Before I realized it, I had lost my balance. I was screaming at the top of my voice, and my body thrashed. Things happened so fast, I had jumped straight at the base of the cliff. I hit my head on the rocks underneath and you can imagine what happened.
The next thing I know is that I was in the hospital with bandages all over my head, with my mum crying beside me. I had seriously injuries on my head that lead to internal bleeding in the brain. I was lucky that the surgery was a success. I remember the doctors telling me that it was a miracle that I survived; they did not expect the surgery to be successful owing to its delicate nature. From my childhood experience, one thing is certain, that children should always obey their parents.