was nothing wrong with it I thought., I was a teenager and had
nothing to do, so me and a few friends would play in the graveyard.
It was a great place to play soldiers, build dens,...
would also have competitions like, the highest tree climber, long
jumping etc... but the hurdles were the one I was good at. We
would run at the long line of grave stones and leap over each
one 3,4,5 in a row . I was the champion with 6 hurdles, until
one evening around dusk I started my run with 7 in mind, over
I went 1,2,3,4,5,6 until I tripped. Not just tripped something
had my ankle I tried to pull away, but it was so tight I couldn't
see it clearly. My eyes were full of tears a cable or root perhaps,
but it hurt twisting. I cried out with the pain, my friends came
running over and I was released in an instant....
the trip we looked around no cable or root, or anything. I tell
you now as clear as I see you, that the ground was clear of anything
I could fall over. I limped home and was off school for a week.
The doctor said why did the bruising look like finger marks? had
I been fighting or was it a punishment ?.... I didn't dare say
what I'd done.
the years have passed and now I have arthritis in my ankle, the
surgeon says I will have to walk with a stick. I wish I had stuck
to 6 hurdles not 7!