“Come on down from the loft darling,” Caroline called sweetly in her best motherly voice. We were in one of our rental house’s several bedrooms.
“Yes mam,” I sang in a mocking tone. “I’ll be right there.” I swung myself onto the ladder that would bring me back down to my room and started my quick descent. I guess my descent was a little quicker than I wanted and a lot more painful too. “Caroline! I’m climbing down,” I shouted.
“Be careful,” she replied.
“I've done this 100 times,” I retorted, rolling my eyes. “I don’t need to be careful!” My sweaty hands had a different opinion. When I hadn’t even taken two steps, I felt my fingers slipping. I scrambled for a handhold, but it was too late. I felt my stomach relocate itself in my throat as I did flips through the air. I remember hitting my head so hard that it bounced one, two, three times on the desolate hardwood flooring. The time from then on is mostly a blur. One thing that I do remember is that when I hit my head, I kept trying not to cry; I failed. From there, the slate is blank. The next thing that I remember clearly is being in bed with my family all around me.
“Are you ok?” my uncle inquired.
“I think so but my head, my arm, and my leg hurt like Pain itself.”
“I think that we should go to the ER,” my uncle suggests. “They would be able to conduct a more thorough test.” It was decided; I was going to the ER. My mom and my uncle carried me to the car with inhuman precision. The car ride was long and confusing, for my mom and my uncle kept getting lost along the many intersecting roads in Vail. The movement of the car lulled me and I struggled to keep myself awake. When we finally arrived at the ER, my mom half helped, half carried me in.
Once the wait was over, I was put in a lumpy cot, x-rayed, and told to wait while they determined the results. At about midnight (keep in mind that we had been there since about 4:00) they told me that I had a broken wrist, a hip contusion, and a concussion. 
“Well, I guess that even though I climbed that ladder 100 times, I am not invincible. I definitely learned that the hard way,” I sighed as we exited the building. I learned a lesson that day; you can never be too careful.