This is my entry for the weekend engagement contest.
I will answer option 2.
The memory I want to share with you is hilarious and at thesame time one I can never forget because it left me a scar on my chest. To the main gist now.
It happened when I was about eight years old. I used to be so playful as a child and very active and display energy like a boy. My Dad comes home mostly in the evening and my mum also works with the government. So most times my younger brother and I are always left with our cousin who lives with us but pretty older than my brother and I nevertheless he listens to us and doesn't caution our behavior. My story starts from the night when I slept and the local lantern my mum put on the bed fell on my chest and burned the first layer of the skin. The surprising thing is that, I did not wake up despite how painful it must have felt. I woke up in the morning and saw the burn and showed my mum who assured me it's nothing to worry about. It was now in the afternoon. My mum had gone to work and left us with our cousin. He brought out the wheelbarrow and told us to climb and sit on it. He drove us about in it but the flies hovering on my wound were disturbing my fun. He told me to go inside the house to stop the flies having contact with the wound. As for me, I wasn't ready to end the fun ride I was having. So I went in to get cotton wool and use it to cover the wound so that I can get to continue the fun. By the time it was evening, I couldn't remove the cotton wool. It has gotten stuck on the wound. My mum saw it and took me to the hospital. I hate going to the hospital especially for injections. The nurse took me to a room to get the wool out and treat the wound properly. Poor me, I didn't know that and thought it going to be a painful process especially when she brought out different sizes of scissors and other things. I ran out of the room and my mum and the nurse chased me round the hospital. The nurse assured me that it won't be painful at all and I won't be given injection. I finally agreed after so much persuasion and the wound was cleaned and dressed properly. I was also given some drugs to use. Anytime I see the scar on my chest and remember the scene at the hospital,I always smile about it. It also reminds me of my cousin too because he is late now. He died a year later from an illness I don't have the knowledge of. May his soul continues to rest in peace!
Thank you 