fly, fly

a friend told me that when she was little, his two older brothers tripped on her and threw her in to the pool. she didn't know how to swim.

i was reminded of something that happened to me when i was eight. i fell down from a very huge, tall tree. i didn't know how to fly.

laughter.

thinking about it now, it wasn't funny at all. i fell flat on my back, couldn't breathe for a minute, which for a little kid seemed like forever. i felt like there was a lump on my throat and air couldn't pass through. everything around me was turning black, and i could feel that i would pass out. i was scared. i told myself that if i would close my eyes, they would never be opened again. i fought. i prayed hard for an escape. i was too young to die.

oh well, i guess i survived.