The Gash in My Knee

One summer day my mom wanted to go to Angel Rock. We got to the bottom of the path and started going up the mountain to get to Angel Rock. We got there after a while and ate our lunch. When we were done we headed back down, my mom said, “No running, or you will fall over the roots!”

But being six years old, I did not like to listen to her and pretended not to hear her. I could see my car and wanted to fly. I started to run and jump up in the air so I could lift off the ground. But I tripped on a rock and rolled all of the rest of the way down.

My knee got all cut open and banged up. There was a big rock stuck in my knee. There was also mud, dirt. I stopped, sooner or later, falling into the stream. I face planted into the water. But I swam to shore and went to get my blanky from the car to warm up til mom made a fire. All my mom could do is wipe it with a baby wipe and put a bandage on it.

So we headed home and Justina and Fred were sleeping. All of a sudden Jaimy said, “Look at that cloud of smoke, I hope it is not our house.” We parked by a field and Jaimy burst in to tears. It was are house that was on fire.

We had to stay in a hotel for two weeks til we moved to an apartment and that is when I started to come to Denali.