I Was Three

I was playing in the backyard    

Of my Grandparents house.

Both of my parents were gone at work.

I was three.

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I found a fountain

I sat down in the water.

The fountain fell…

I was three.

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A cold liquid trickled down my face

Filling me with shivers of fear.

When the liquid reached the side of my mouth

And I tasted the bitterest taste of all

I knew something was wrong and I began to fell the pain.

I started to cry and ran to my grandpa.

I was three.

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My grandma saw me first,

She screamed

Which made me cry harder.

I was three.

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I was put in the car

With a paper towel pressed to my head.

To where I was going? I had no idea.

I was three.

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We reached our destination

And I was soon in the arms of strangers

Who laid me down on a bed

That must have been made of stone

It was so cold and hard.

I was three.

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The sharp pain of being poked

By needles so thin you could barley see them

Soon began to make me cry and wish my mom was there to hug me

And tell me everything was going to be okay.                                            

I lay there, three.