By Josh Adams, Berkshire Center student
The sunlight was glowing through the windows as I dropped my toys back into my dark forest green box that I had received one year ago on my third birthday. The room was silent, and I felt as if I was the only living being in the world. My loneliness caused me to be restless, so I heaved up my great big toy box and arched my back for leverage in order to walk across the hall to the stairs.
The distant sounds of the television I knew my older sister was watching and the distant voice of my mother reached to the upstairs where I came to the decision to venture downstairs with my toys and play with them in the company of my family. The shape of the green box made it difficult to carry as did the weight of the several toys inside. I began to walk down the hall to the steps around the corner. I could see the carpet convert to wooden steps that led to my destination. Little did I know the trouble that was about to occur.
Gazing down the steps, the distance to the bottom seemed to stretch farther and farther into the distance, but this did not stop me from journeying on down to the common room where my mother and sister were. I quickly reached for the first step down without any caution whatsoever. The box seemed to get heavier with every moment that passed by.
Tilting forward, my balance was broken and I lunged down unwillingly with the box which seemed to be bound to my hands as though someone had tied me to it with a rope. Time paused and began to proceed in slow motion as each and every second became minutes upon minutes of falling down an endless abyss. With my arms around the box, I felt as if I was skydiving down thousands of feet with no parachute. Then as all had seemed to be timeless, I crashed onto the bottom step landing over the hunched box, unconscious.
Seconds passed and the blurred and muffled screaming of my name echoed through my head. Coming back into reality with my eyes still closed and my heartbeat reduced back to its normal pace, my sister ran over to me, and the panicked energy surrounding me ceased to exist. I lifted myself up off the box which I was still hunched over, and resting my head upon the box, opening my eyes and laughing, I said, “That was fun! I want to do that again!”
My mother was relieved of an anxiety that no one could ever fathom, and she faded into a calming laughter as the anxiety escaped her body. My sister as well began to laugh as the situation brightened, and the gleaming sunny light of the exciting day beamed through the many windows throughout my very first home.
The thrill and intense emotions involved must have engraved the images and memories of this event into my mind as the moments after faded into fragments of lost memories.