It was a hot summer day. The sun was scorching hot and I could feel the rays piercing through my skin. But I loved it. Just three years old, I was wearing a sundress with a pink floral print and my favorite Barbie shades. My entire family was inside the house. My grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, sister, cousins, aunts and uncles were laughing up a storm and I could hear them through the thin walls of my home. I was in the backyard with my brother Ben and my favorite uncle who came down from San Jose. I’m guessing we were more interested in having an adventure rather than being involved in family social hour. Because our glorious grass-filled backyard didn’t have a pool, my uncle and Ben decided to fill up a Gatorade water cooler with crispy, ice-cold water. He and Ben put that cooler on top of some cart. They made a miniature pool for me and decided to parade me across the backyard. There’s a saying that every girl has a time in her life where everything is so perfect she feels as though she is a queen. And this is exactly how I felt, I couldn’t be happier and everything couldn’t be more perfect. I waved my small little hands to the trees, to our cat Meow, and to my family. But then something happened. The cart wobbled, I wiggled, and then I fell out of the water cooler. After that I pretty much blacked out and the only thing I remember after that is waking up in my grandma’s arms. As I slowly and gently let my eyes open, I could see a blurry image of my grandma’s smile. I blinked a couple times to clear my vision and I could see her beautiful, warming smile. All I could do after that was smile back. And everything was just fine.
