Time Heals AllWhenever we were children, we didn't understand situations as well as we would now as adults. No matter how many questions we asked at that young age, we were always left perplexed. This is how I felt as a child whenever one of the most tragic moments of my life occurred. I was too young to understand how bad the situation was at the time, but now, after growing up, I can understand the misery and depression my family felt. It was a scorching summer day in the middle of August as I played mindlessly. with my cousins ​​in their rather large and spacious swimming pool. The only thing that mattered to me, an energetic 6 year old, was how long I could keep swimming without having to go out to use the bathroom. We had just started a very intense game of tag when my grumpy uncle rushed onto the deck; but this time he wasn't grumpy. He was scared, but at the same time he was very calm. He handed the phone to my mother and I could tell she was confused by his meek demeanor. Seconds later, my mother rushed off the bridge in tears, running to her car. The only words she kept shouting were, “Life is gone!” He is running away from his life! » I didn't understand what that meant but I didn't care. I could sense something was wrong with the way my mother was reacting and I just wanted to be with her, but she stormed off. All I heard was the sound of her tires squealing as she pulled out of the driveway and out of my sight. On August 5, 2001, my father was driving through the steep hills of a town known as Colliers. While exploring different trails on his new flamboyant red quad, he felt nothing but joy and had fun with his friends. Horseback riding gave my father a break from the responsibilities of work and our family. Except this time, this one... middle of paper...... arrived and saw what was in front of me; my stomach got a really bad feeling and I started to break down and cry. My father was lying on a large white bed with cords attached to it. His arm was wrapped and doctors surrounded him. He was crying, which upset me even more. My father had broken his pelvis in 4 places. He looked helpless and miserable, something I had never seen until that day. Over time, he relearned how to use his lower body. With the help of my family and the support of his friends, my father began to get better. Doctors said he would never be able to walk again, but after three months living in his parents' house in a hospital bed, being treated like a child, he regained his strength and is better than before. Besides the emotional trauma this incident left my family with, it is physically as if the accident never happened...