Christmas Break That Left a Memory on My Skin
Is it true that when we look at our scars, we immediately remember the story of how they appeared? So I have such an interesting story that I want to tell in this christmas break essay as it happened during this time of year. It was a sunny morning two weeks before Christmas. I was approximately 14 years, and my parents had gone to New York, leaving my siblings and me at home in Greece. My siblings were at work, and I was on my Christmas break from school. As my friends and I would all soon go on vacation and not see each other till school started again, we wanted to meet one last time, so we went to a field near a mountain to play soccer. After our game, we decided to hike up the mountain. We had two options: either we could climb or walk along a narrow path, which would take triple the time. Because I enjoyed climbing and I wanted to reach the top before the others, I decided to climb.
I was progressing surprisingly quickly and thought to myself, “Oh my god, this is so easy!” When I was only one hand movement from reaching the top, in my over-confidence, I did not notice that I had placed my right hand on slippery rock. As I tried to pull myself up, my hand slipped, and for a moment, I thought that I was going to die. At that same time, I grabbed the top of the mountain with my left hand and saved myself. I was overjoyed that I had finally reached the top before my friends. However, my right shin was painful and when I checked, I found that I had cut it. At first, I was not concerned, as it did not seem too serious, but when I noticed a piece of my bone jutting out, I was worried. We all then decided to make our way home.
Along the three-mile hike home, my wound hurt more and more. When I finally reached home, it was bleeding profusely, so I kept it under the tap until it stopped and then put a bandage on it.
When my brother arrived home, he asked me what had happened to my leg. I lied to him by telling him that I got slide tackled while playing soccer. He seemed to believe me, but being a physical therapist, he told me to take off the bandage so that he could see the wound. I told him that I had just used it five minutes previously, and that persuaded him.
Three days later, my parents came home. The wound started hurting and bleeding a little, so my mom said, “Take the bandage off, Kostas. I want to see why your leg is bleeding so much.” When my mon and brother saw it, my mom panicked and my brother said that I needed stitches, so they immediately took me to the emergency room at the hospital. The doctors asked them why they had not brought me to the hospital on the day the accident had occurred. When I explained that I had hidden the wound from my family for three days, the doctors said that this was a bad idea, as it would now be more difficult to put in the stitches.
Thankfully, everything turned out all right. After this experience, whenever I see the scar on my shin, I am reminded not to hide anything from my family.
