Spiderman

I used to believe I was Spiderman. I was running from our quad to the playground across the street. I was by myself, but I think I was running to go meet up with my brothers. The street I had to cross was not a busy street. It was basically a road no one drove on and since the playground was the one connected with our grammar school, it wasn’t unusual that I was by myself. Instead of taking the direct route, I decided to cut through a fence that was a little bit closer to the park. When I got to the wooden fence, I needed to step over a curb to then crawl under it. I must have been in an exceptionally happy mood because I felt like jumping the curb. I remember it just seemed like a fun thing to do. When I landed on the ground, I came down on my right hand. I was immediately cut by a piece of glass in the palm the hand. My hand started the bleed immediately. The pain was sharp and stinging. I quickly turned around and ran home crying.

My mother rushed me to the hospital, and the doctor in the ER had to numb my palm so they could sew the stitches. The needle that the doctor used was long and it intensified the pain I was already feeling. I kept crying and looking at my mother for support. She told me it would be over soon, but it wasn't. The doctor kept putting what seemed like thread into my hand. It was like he was tying his shoes. The pain just would not stop. The doctor worked through my tears and finished. I got a red sucker and some stickers from the nurse.

I had to go back to the hospital two weeks later to have the stitches removed. When they took off the bandages, I had a fresh scar right in the middle of my hand. I imagined it was a secret button. It turned me into Spiderman, able to shoot my web as fast and as far as I wanted. I was a true Superhero ready to face any enemy that came before me.