Swimming in a big pool,
going into a long slide.
Playing and acting cool,
trying to go with the tide.
Out I come and hit the water.
I was clearly lost in there.
Nobody had bothered me then.
I was minding my own affairs.
All of a sudden,
at the slide a man comes out.
His knee hit my face,
but I did not cry out loud.
My front teeth were bleeding and moving.
"Sorry," said the man and disappeared.
My brother looked shocked when he saw me.
Comforting words were all he could say.
We got up and found our mom and dad.
Seeing me, they looked shocked and terrified.
The man looked like he did nothing bad.
Right then, I was angry and felt I died.
They drove me to the hospital.
There, they gave me a brace.
And I had thought I met my doom.
We drove back to our place.
Like the poem said, I was just sliding down the big, red slide, lost in the water, then something hits my face. When I got out of the water, the man just apologized and wondered off. My parents, after they spoke to the man - and his wife blamed me for playing in front of the slide - drove me to the emergency room. It was a kids' pool! For kids to play in, not adults! I had not realized how bad I looked until I saw my teeth in the mirror in the bathroom, and I was shocked (Like everyone else who saw my teeth). I remembered this happened on a Sunday because the dentist had nobody in it. My dad sat next to me, held my hand every time I was in pain when the doctor tried to pull my teeth forward, or something. The doctor put a small brace on my front teeth. I wore that brace for about two weeks.
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