Happy Friday! A tale of Thanksgiving Terror
Hello. Emmanuel here.
Who’s excited about Thanksgiving? Not me!
Let me tell you why…
Last year for Thanksgiving we were at a resort in Wisconsin Dells. It was nine people including my parents, my brother and my sister, my godfather, his wife and their two children. I’m the middle in my family and the other family has two teenagers.
While we’re there we usually go to the water park, random restaurants and there’s also some museums.
On Thanksgiving day, my dad and uncle went shopping for food and the stuff we were having for our dinner. It felt like they were gone forever so I decided to go see if I could find them.
Where we stay it’s three connected buildings with ledges that separate them and long, long, long, long stairs. Very long. Or so it felt very long. So long!
So, I’m eating two pretzel sticks and I’m kind of in a hurry.
As I start going down the stairs, which are kind of short compared to my feet, I feel like I’m beginning to slip because the stairs are covered in carpet. Did I mention I’m wearing my chanclas with socks? Um, yes. Things are slippery.
Sure enough, before I know it, my foot slips and I fall on my butt and then my back also hits the stairs and its getting impaled and I start bouncing down the stairs. Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom! I feel like my back becomes this weird hourglass figure because it feels like i’m being split in half. I feel the stairs are impaling my body! Ouch!
Then, I roll on my side and hit my chest and I feel like I can’t breathe and it also feels like I broke something and I have the pretzel in my mouth and that makes me want to choke and then I keep rolling down the stairs and I’m in so much pain. Ahhh!
And that is why I don’t like to remember last year’s Thanksgiving.
What about you?
- chanclas with socks
- falling down stairs
- family vacation
- tale of terror
- youth radio