by Aj Oshobe

Created on: September 21, 2008

The earliest memory of an event that happened in amy life was an accident.

All I remember was that I was a little kid at the time. I was not active and all I wanted to do was eat and sleep. Names and faces were strange to me and though the house may family living in a the time was painted white the environment always felt dark and blurry to me. On this particular day I was sitting on the couch opposite the television. This was where I was normally dumped when other things had to be done. I was sitting here minding my own business when I hear a mind piercing scream. I shuddered held my breathe and opened my eyes in bewildment.

When I recovered from the initial shock I decided to go and see what the cause of the commotion was. My sense of direction was a little bit developed so I knew the sound came from the direction of the kitchen which was to my lefty.

I got down from the couch and my little feet carried me as fast as they could towards the kitchen door. It was a white swing door and so was very easy to open. I pushed ot wide open and ran into the kitchen to avoid the being hit as the door came swinging back.

I searched for the person who made the sound and on my left sitting on the floor, in a puddle of water was my sister. Naturally I was not the only one who was attracted by the scream. My aunty came along and when she saw my sister she let out a banshee wail. She bumped me aside and rushed towards to my sister. Stooping down to observer my sister, my aunty seemed scared to touch here.

My aunty got up and ran out of the kitchen. When she returned and she was less hysterical and she began to examine my sister who was crying bitterly. My aunty turned my sister around several time and as the expression on her face got less tensed you could tell that she had not found anything wrong. She then began to look around the kitchen apparently looking for something. She settled on a bowl on the top of the table in the middle of the kitchen.

All of a sudden my aunty began to laugh. She picked up my sister and tried to calm her down. Years later I would come to understand that my sister was trying to wash the dishes and she spilled water on herself and my aunty thought that she had spilled the bowl of hot water, which was on the table in the kitchen , on herself and gotten burnt.
Then this was an interesting event to watch now it is only a memory.

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