Fragments of My Life

I was born five years before Y2K; This was a nonexistent threat.

I was a student in Miss Taylor’s Kindergarten class. I broke my arm five times in elementary school; once jumping off the red monkey bars.

I watched the second plane fly into the twin towers. At five years old I broke into my neighbor’s house; I was searching for a yellow-striped caterpillar.

I had an orange cat named after Chester Cheetos. I felt remorse for the seven Columbia astronauts’ families; their lives were shattered in just five seconds.

I saved my little brother from choking on a cinnamon toaster stick. I once secretly fed my dinner to our yellow lab; I felt so bad I admitted to it five years later.

Hurricane Katrina first proved to me the danger of Mother Nature. My rambunctious younger sister chased me with a five foot 2 by 4; This resulted in my second broken arm.

I rode The Mummy four consecutive times in Universal Studios. I donated five tennis balls to the site of the BP oil spill; I learned the danger of manmade disasters.

I was evacuated from my house that a tornado had put in jeopardy. I misspelled “coffee” with five letters in my eighth grade spelling bee; I forgot about the second e.

I walked 1.6 miles for Boston Marathon victims. It took five minutes to complete my first blood donation.

I was elated to be saving a life. I high-fived a dolphin in Cancun.

I smiled with contentment; After five weeks, I had finished this poem.