Story #4

 Fourth story

Hi. Today I start with this word - Hi. We will tell about my first grade. It was a closed school, our parents brought us on Monday and picked us up on Friday. I remember some moment of that time:

There was a pottery workshop. I only remember plesant feelings from this room, it was warm and fluffy.

Every week, maybe on Friday evenings, there would be movies shown in the school concert hall for the good students. Once we watched Jurassic Park.

Another time we went to the school cafeteria and run on tables in the dark.

One day I went down and hid in the basement. I was scared, I saw a light in the distance.

At all, a fear of heights is one of my fears, but I don't know why I climbed onto a basketball hoop and hung there. I hung and screamed that I couldn't jump and I was scared. Soon the teacher came and helped me.

Once, when we were going home, we found 50 rubles, it was great, because our parrents bought us jam and we ate bread with jam.

There was a boys' wing on the floor, and a girls' wing on the other. Both wings were were loked at night. Once, ran away and hid under a bed in the girls' dormitory. I don't remember exactly, but I think that I spent the whole night there.

I was the most serious injury of my life at this school. I was running after a boy and crashed into a door frame on a turn.There was a lot of blood, I cried,  but I didn't fell any pain. The teacher called an ambulance and we went to the hospital. I remebered a bagel. I don't remember how many days I spent in the hospital, but at least two. I played caps in the hospital with my roommates. My roommate told me that a nurse came and gave me injection while I slept. It was lie. After my parent came and took me to home. Before that, I hid my winning caps behind behind the toilet. Nine years later, I was interning as a male nurse at this hospital. I tried to remmber which ward I'd spent a few days in as a child, but I couldn't, because they were all the same.

It was at this time I saw the full beauty of motherhood. But one case, during this internship, began to make me doubt, that my path, in this life, was connected with medicine. It was just an injection into a little boy's muscle, I hit in an infiltrate, it isn't dangerous, but I felt how the syringe heedle crunch into muscle and I thought that I hit in the bone. This feeling haunted me for a long time.