My father Russell, walked through the forest and I walked behind with a hop in my step. The air seemed sharp and mother dear was cold with the chills. The weekend was fresh and the moss was green. Iced ripples in the puddles of ice, under foot where cracking as my fathers right foot flew up towards the leaves like a rocket. Gash on his head and dizzy feelings came over him. He stood right up as if to say “I am alright” before he slowly stumbled back down to the ground. I moved quickly to his side to issue aid. I sat with him for five minutes while father collected his thoughts. I lent my legs and arm for support as I helped him through forest to the car. On arrival to the car I placed father in the back seat of the car. I decided to drive to the hospital. Mother dear called ahead to the hospital to let them know, we where in route. While waiting, our thoughts on father were curious and yet worrisome. He hit his head very hard upon frozen ice. I remember how I felt when I saw father. The time froze just like air ceasing to be. I hoped that he was alright but nothing was certain. The doctor came out to greet us and explained that father had a concussion but would be ok. We were able to relax a little bit but the experience in itself was scary. The scene and the incident was like black and white.
