Posted by kyle01px2020 on September 25, 2012
When I was little, about four years old, I wanted to play hide and seek with my ayi, I had already played a few rounds of hide and seek and it was my turn to hide.
As I remember it, I was running down the corridor, giggling uncontrollably, as I ran, as fast as my little feet could carry me, my puny blue shirt waving behind me, every single feature about myself was happy. The sound of my feet was heard throughout the whole house ‘‘thump, thump, pitter-patter.’’
My hungry eyes, where scanning for possible hiding spots. Each small detail was sucked into brain, as if I was trying to find a diamond, and I did find my diamond, a big flawless one.
A wooden trunk, my size, perfect, my ayi would never suspect to find me there. As I hopped effortlessly in, and gently closed the lid, chuckling, I wanted to take a peek what harm could it do, then my heart stopped, as the trunk, as I realized that the trunk was locked, I was trapped!
‘Thump, Thump,’ the sound of my chubby fists banging against the cold heartless wooden planks echoed through out the entire house. Loud ear piercing screeches were thundering down the corridor into those unfortunate ears. As my heart pumped, and I cried with…fear, that’s it! I was scared! Scared of death, scared of the dark, and scared of never being found again! Being left to rot in this tiny little . It was all very overwhelming, and as I pounded on the cruel wood. Time seamed to slow down, as if it wanted me to slowly decay in the foul box. So time was against me, once a great friend, now a worst enemy. Although the entire scene was only five seconds, it felt like an eternity.
A golden angel arose lifting the trunk lid, as easily as a feather. Saved, at last, my heart beat relaxed, and my screams turned into silent joy. Saved, by my ayi.