The "BEADIFUL" Time



Usually a typical three year old girl would play with dolls, not hot wheels and action figures. I was not the sweet innocent adolescence that my smile portrayed to be. I wasn't violent, but aggressive still would be too excessive. I just loved to wrestle and play sports. My uncle would baby sit me while my mom would work or run errands. He was an ordinary eight-teen year old who loved to fight as well. He would always throw me around like if I was a rag doll. I didn't mind, I thought it was fun until he went too far to make me cry. He always told me i'm not suppose to cry, so I learned to accept pain and walk it off. He would hold me by my neck against the wall, feet dangling, and ask me what I would do if someone were to kidnap me like this. I would start punching and kicking as resentful as I could. When he would tell me I did well, I would feel so dignified after I caught my breath. As soon as my mom would close the door behind her, like any general common day that my uncle would watch me, meant ATTACK! This day was divergent compared to all those other times when he would throw me across the room. Consistently, I would usually land on the bed. Unfortunately, yet priceless, I landed flat on my face. The flavorless watered down blood streamed out of my nostrils, dripping on my mickey mouse blanket. I tried holding the tears back, but they came out just as fast as the blood did. My uncle carrying me with a paper towel in my nose calmed me down by finding one of the mardi gras beads on the floor. Once the blood stopped pouring out, he bribed me to stick it up my nose to make me laugh and say no. I thought it was hilarious and did it anyways. It was close to my mom coming home and we could still not get the bead out. It had been stuck and the more I stuck my finger up my nose to get it out, the farther it went up. Now was the time to panic for my uncle. My mom walked in only to hear her best news of the day. She freaked out insanely not knowing what to do. Instead of her rushing me to the hospital, she came up with a common sense idea that worked. She went to the kitchen to grab a rectangular container. She made me sniff a feather that had pepper all over it until I sneezed. As I Sneezed, I just saw that purple little bead shoot straight out to my feet. I laughed with relief and said (with a speech impediment) "Wound too".