When I was about a year old, my mom and grandma were in a rush in getting ready to go shopping the day after Christmas. We were at my grandparents house in Woodward and I was just woken up by the sound of a blow dryer. I was in a grumpy mood and not ready to be woken up by a very loud noise. They were in a rush getting ready, you know their makeup their hair and all that junk. As they were rushing to put stuff away, they left one thing out the curling iron. So as I pursue to stroll into the bathroom with both my mom and grandma are gone, my eye caught the curling iron. I thought it was a neat looking object so I decide I should pick it up. As soon as I picked it up, it was an automatic scream like the sound of a wild banshee.
I immediately fell on the ground and smacked my head against the hard tile floor. I was squirming around on the floor like a fish out of water. As I’m bawling my eyes out, I stare at my hand which makes me wanna cry even more, just the way it looks. My hand was bubbling with painful blister that were at least the size of a quarter. My hand was all bloody and the smell of it I could not stand. It smelled like a piece of meat was on the grill for to long. As I was trying to scream for help, I could hear the footsteps of my mom running into the bathroom. She picked me up and saw that the curling iron was on the floor, she then knew what had happened. My mom felt terrible about it and rushed me into the car. The car ride was brutal for my mom because she was in a big rush to get me to the emergency room as soon as possible. It also doesn’t help her when you have an annoying crying baby in the backseat.
When we finally arrived to the hospital, my mom was relieved that the car ride was over and was in a hurry getting me out of my car seat. She ran as fast as she could with out dropping me to the emergency room, that would have not been good if I was also dropped by my mom on the same day. I only remember being rushed by the doctors to my room and then that was it. When I awoke, most of my family was there to greet me. My grandma was the first to get there followed by my dad and then my grandpa. I was just chilling in my crib with a binky in my mouth and a gauze bandage wrapped around my hand. I noticed that the doctor had drawn a smiley face on my bandage to help cheer me up. I was lifted out of the crib by my mom and she noticed I had a grumpy face on. She tried to cheer me up by tickling me and for sure it did work. After a few hours, we left the hospital and my mom finally got to do her christmas shopping. Although I don’t think I was in the best mood to go shopping for 2 to 3 hours.
After the christmas shopping that was quite boring because all I did was get pushed around in a stroller, we head home. As we arrived back home to the apartment in Ames, my mom picked me up and took me to my crib where it was time for me to take a nap after a long day. My mom thought it would be a good time to take a picture of me in the crib with a binky in my mouth. So she did and the picture was on my road map that we made. You could see a little tear going down my eye and staring right at the camera. She thought it was very cute, although I wasn’t in the mood for getting a picture took of me.
My sister also had to experience severe burns except she picked up a lantern by the glass. We of course didn’t take her to the hospital, instead we put her hand in a bucket of ice. They now say that is the worst thing to do for burns. I bet we all have encountered something that has involved burning our hand, our getting ourselves hurt at a young age. I’m pretty sure it’s just something that everyone experiences. I hope no one else has to experience those painful memories I had to, they sure were not fun.