Flying 7 Year Old

When I was 7 years old, I used to live in Brooklyn with my mom, dad, brother, and my dad's friend. So, when he was living with us, I had to share my room with my parents. One night, I couldnt get to sleep. So, I decided to start jumping on the couch.

My mom kept telling me to stop or I was going to hurt myself. But, of course I was small and I believed nothing can hurt me. I ignored her and continued to jump. I jumped up and down. I was having so much fun.

Until, I jumped and I don't know how it happened. But, the couch spring just shot me up into the air half way across the room. I flew and I started crying because I landed on the bed and hit my head. I went to my mom to cheer me up and she didn't want to. She told me it was my fault because she told me to stop.

So, I screamed louder so she can get up and comfort me. Nothing seemed to crack her. I kept screaming and screaming until she finally got up. Instead of cheering me up, she hit my hand. I kept screaming, so she decided to hug me. I shut up. I learned not to jump on the couch, it shoots you up... but the bed doesn't (: My bed was better, it was more bouncy.