10/6/11 Pd: 3
I was 4 years old when it all happened. It was a dry, scorching day in the middle of
summer. Wild little kids don’t really know the safety hazards of running around non
stop, without drinking anything on a day as hot as the lake of fire. I was one of these little
kids. I didn’t think much of it when I started to get a little nausea deep in the pit of my
stomach. It was normal for me to get stomach aches. No big deal, I thought to myself.
Little did I know, I was about to have the experience of a lifetime.
“Tamara, I don’t feel well”, I said to my sister, with pain rattling in my voice.
“What’s wrong?” she said, looking concerned. “You don’t look so good, BooBoo”
She was so right. I looked up at her with the nauseated look in my eyes. It was increasing
by the second. And then I felt it, the gross feeling, my stomach being shaken with sharp,
quick movements. The vomit was coming. I put both hands on my stomach and braced
myself. Tears streamed down my cheek as the throw up launched itself out of my mouth.
“Oh God! Lydia, are you okay?” I heard my other sister, Shasta scream as I collapsed on
the kitchen floor like a dead girl.
“Lydia.” said Tamara somewhat frantically. “You puked.”
I couldn’t concentrate. All I could think of was that I could feel myself starting to puke
again. I sat up in a hurry and once again, let my stomach empty itself. I was sick. No
doubt about it.
“Ewe. We should call mom and dad. I think she needs to go to the hospital.” Shasta said
to Tamara, obviously disgusted.
“You could say that again. But they’re all the way in Trenton. Do you think they’ll come
back?” Tamara muttered.
“Look at her.” Shasta said, gesturing in my direction. “She’s puking her stomach out. I
think they’ll take that into consideration.”
“Alright. You call them, I’ll take care of her.” Said Tamara, looking at me
sympathetically as I vomited, yet again, all...