This is my recall of when I was jealous, and it ultimately led to my downfall. It was many eons ago, and I was a small sproutling in preschool at Beaverton Christian Church. It was recess time at BCC. Back then, at recess my ring of friends and I would usually play imaginary Star Wars, chasing each other around like we were good guys and bad guys. This day was different though. Instead of going in our imaginary world of sci-fi, we instead decided to do something else. We continue onto the playground, looking for some adventure. One of our friends named Morgan decided to split off, going toward the monkey bars. He then proceeded to do three perfect flips on the monkey bars, flips that would make Simone Biles jealous. All of my friends and teachers are amazed how a four year old can do this, so they go closer to Morgan to get a better look. I am left all alone on the play structure. A wave of envy washed over me. “Why are you all alone”, the devil on my shoulder blurts. 

“You should go do a flip so people can notice you!” The angel on my right thinks otherwise. “You have no experience doing flips, you could hurt yourself badly!” 

“He won’t hurt himself, plus people would notice him over silly Morgan.” the devil responds

“Don’t do it!” 

“Do it now!”

“All of the risks!”

“All of the rewards!”

The word rewards echoes in my head, like a ball in a pinball machine Sorry angel, but you lost. I head over to the railing of the bridge. I sit on it and swing, my whole body going forward at high speeds. BAM! Dizziness and nausea hit me like a moving truck. I had hit my head on the bridge. I fall what felt like a thousand feet onto the barkdust. I tQhen start gushing out tears, screaming and wailing like I have just been shot. The teachers rush over to me, trying to figure out why I am crying. “Well, at least they are not looking at Morgan anymore,” laughs the devil. The angel on my right is just yelling,

“I told you so, I told you so!” My mom comes and picks me ups, driving me to Menchies for some frozen yogurt. My head heals a little while later, and I am back to my usual self. This is my takeaway from this story: Envy can lead to downfall, and getting a concussion is certainly a reason to prove.