forrest gump
When I broke my wrist rollerblading the summer of eighth grade, all I could think of was all the fun I was going to miss. I couldn’t do the activities that constituted summer. I couldn’t play softball, ride my bike, go swimming, or even write. Since this happened at the beginning of the summer, I thought my three months of freedom were lost. For the most part, I was right. While all my friends were at the pool, I was sitting at home. What was the point of going to a pool if I couldn’t swim? I figured it would be better to just stay home. I spent a lot of time being bored and feeling sorry for myself. I also got a lot of reading done that summer and caught up with my favorite television shows. Then one day I was invited to a pool party. At first I wasn’t going to go. What was I going to do at a pool party? Since I couldn’t swim, the whole motif of the party would be wasted on me. My friends really wanted me to go, however, and so finally I agreed.