In this blog post I will be writing about an emotional time in my life. I have to connect the theme from this scene of my life to a theme from My Name is Margaret. My story takes place when I was in third grade. The snow was falling on the ground gently, slowly piling up. I was staring out of the classroom window excitedly in my third grade class. I have always loved the snow. Class was let out and I ran outside. I waited a little while for my little sister to be let out and we ran up the stairs. I saw Mom waiting at the top, smiling at how excited we were. "After you girls do your homework you can play outside" she said. Me and my sister bolted foward, trying to get our work out of the way as soon as possible. "Don't run you guys might slip," my mom called out worriedly. We both slowed down and went behind our mom. There was no side walk so we were walking on the grass on the side of the street. I looked up at the snowflakes, trying to catch them on my tounge. Suddenly I heard a quiet pop and a loud cry. My mom was on the ground groaning in pain and holding her knee. Me and my sister were not sure what to do, we just started panicking. Someone on the other side saw us and handed me a red umbrella. He called an ambulance because none of us had phones. "Don't worry kids, help is on the way. Your mom is going to be ok." He stayed with us, trying to comfort us. When the ambulance finally came he left. Me and my sister got into the ambulance with my mom. I looked out the window to see everything moving so fast. My mom ended up having to get surgery on her knee. She can't run or jump anymore. The scars are still there from the staples. We still have the umbrella to this day. I never got to give it back to him, or even say thank you. I remember his face so vividly, but I haven't seen him since.
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