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Morning. The alarm interrupts the sweet dreams of me driving on a rollercoaster while laughing uncontrollably, it is a summer evening, two little children are eating ice cream which is all over their face, their laughter is no different than mine. I watch them and try to remember what was it like to be so young, with no adults problems and pressures from every side imaginable. But I will have to postpone thinking about this as the time for getting ready for school is shorter with every minute. I wonder is it true that if we do not value what we have in the present moment attracts bad things that will give us a lecture on how ungrateful we were just a few hours earlier. I hate this routine that has to be done in order to be a decent human being. Brushing teeth must be the most boring minutes of my life. As always, my appetite in the morning is non-existent, so I skip breakfast and head on to the bus. When I get up on time, I like to walk to school, those peaceful moments when streets are empty and it is foggy in the autumn are precious. My eyes are stuck on changing pictures through the bus window, they are changing so fast and make me a little nervous as I strive to catch every little detail that jumps into the scenery. Boom! Suddenly everything collides, no more pictures, just a sudden pain, noise and feel like I am in a washing machine and now nothing, it just disappears.
Beep beep, intrusive light struck me, I have trouble opening my eyes. I hear my mother, I can not understand what she says but that tone of hers is not good. I am finally fully awake. The room is white, my mother looks so concerned, and her eyes give me the impression of crying. What is going on? The man in a white coat is talking to me with a gentle voice, slowly. He asks how do I feel. Well, I am not sure is this a dream or reality. He says that it is normal that I can`t adjust right ahead to what is going on. After so prolonged and weak communication, I get to know that I survived a traffic accident. Others got away with bruises etc, but I, I ended up with a concussion and a broken leg. At first, I was okay with it, I will recover, it will take some time, but I will. But why then mom is so desperate? She is not one of those persons who are exaggerating, she knows that this is not so serious. Honey, she said, there is a strong possibility that you will not have the chance to run professionally ever again. And bam, there it is. Athletics always were something that I can count on, they gave me discipline, the reason to move when I feel like I don`t wanna live, the place to throw out all the negative energy that just wrapped up my whole body and mind. All my goals for the upcoming years were connected to running. Everyone has that one thing that they are good at, mine was running. What now? The doctor says that I am young and that there is plenty of things that I can do that can fulfill me and that I don`t have to give up running completely, just not to train it anymore. Huh, those words sound so cliche and irrelevant when you deep-down know that nothing would be the same. The overly white room slowly starts to disappear, the beeping sound decreases and it is replaced by a cheerful melody of a carousel, horses of all colors are changing in front of my eyes, a blue-eyed girl with golden hair hugs the horse as strong as she can, for a moment she raises a hand and waves and says: Mommy, mommy, this is the best time of my life!
