Trauma
However traumatising giving birth was for my mother nothing would prepare her for the events ahead. During my daily bath my mum noticed some blistery marks down the insides of my legs. Acting like most mothers would she had this checked up straight away to prevent the situation getting any worse. The doctors were unsure of what could have caused the blistery marks. Doubt, fear and worry were just a few of the emotions running through my parents heads. I was put into solitary confinement to prevent spreading of an infection, should I have one. My naked body lay there so small but yet so precious to my parents. After a few days the blisters started to fade, the fear in my parents consequently subsided and they then realised I was going to be ok.
First Steps
I repeated the same motions around the room like a broken record constantly playing the same tune. I would crawl over to the sofa and lift my self up and collapse to the floor. I was trying to copy my mother my idol at that age. She was perfect she could do nothing wrong, she helped me in times of trouble. She was my mother. I would watch her walk back and forth to the kitchen and I had no choice but to try and do the same. I tried to prove to my self I could be as elegant and perfect as she was. I was trying to walk! My mother must have realised this and she smiled a synthetic smile while I climbed to my feet and collapsed once again. Back to square one I crawled on all 4’s over to the sofa and stood up. There I was balanced on my legs standing still. I took my left leg and lifted it slightly above the ground and placed it on the floor in front. I normally could get this far but the biggest challenge was moving my right leg. I lifted it a few inches above the ground and stood stationary for a moment until I gradually moved it in front and placed it down on the floor below. A*, Pass! I had achieved my goal I repeated the same motions in that short period walking had become a breeze. I walked over to my mum who lifted me up high above the ground into her arms and squeezed me she was proud.
First Day of School
Beep, Beep, Beep! I enjoyed my lay ins in the summer I was never really a morning person I would normally wake, take a brisk walk downstairs, pour a glass of milk and head back up into a pleasant cosy bed and snuggle back up. But today was different. Waking up to that intolerable and incessant noise that I would have to turn off which would coincidently mean having to leave my bed. I did just that I woke and stretched and walked what seemed to be miles to turn off the alarm. Once the intolerable ear piercing noise had stopped I had a while to hear my self think at that point I realised what day it was and why I had gone to bed so early that previous night. It was my first day of senior school! Excitement ran through me as I jumped down almost a full set of stairs. Running to grab a clean shirt from the dryer taking the time to sniff the fresh warm vapours being released from this smooth white shirt. I put the shirt on and buttoned it half way thinking to my self that today after reaching the top year of my old school I would be right down the bottom of my next. I went quickly back up the stairs and finished washing and dressing my self. My mother awakened by my thunderous jump down the stairs gave me some money to buy lunch and wished me a pleasant day at school and watched me leave through the door as I left she called behind me, “Have Fun!” I turned and waved and continued my slow walk to my friends’ house for we would walk to school together from there. I arrived there we were all excited as each other, but none of us were showing it but we were also all as nervous as each other. We walked side by side in our clean new uniform perfectly dressed shirts tucked in, top buttons buttoned up, we looked perfect. Once we arrived we were sent to the hall were we meet up with some other familiar faces we also had the chance to meet our form tutors for the first time. That’s when we must have first seen each other. In that room I must have first set eyes on Laura something that in the future would become very relevant. From the hall we were escorted up to our form rooms were we met Mrs Fosker, my brother had warned me about her, from first glance she looked like a kind person but looking back I was clearly mistaken. The rest of that day we spent in that room getting to know our fellow class mates and getting used to the feel of being in a new school. I enjoyed my first day at cove I wouldn’t change a single event that happened.
Conclusion
As you may have noticed my life isn’t special. I’ve been brought into this world by a fantastic mother. I’ve been looked after by a fantastic farther, suburb sister and a brilliant brother. There is nothing in my life I would change. I am grateful for what i've got, i am happy with what i’ve got and happiness is all that matters.
God Bless You All.
By Scott Hooker
