Beautiful Moments

1: The Wall

My family used to live in this small house about 7 miles from town. The distance is not important to this story, but the size is. This house was no bigger than 1,500 square feet. It had 4 bedrooms, one bathroom, a small office, a living room, and a kitchen that was connected to the dining room, which led to the laundry room. Three bedrooms and the bathroom were all down one hallway, and this hallway was not big at all. I could now touch the roof of that hallway with my head, and two adults could not go down it at the same time. It was tiny. On the left of the hallway were two bedrooms, and the right had one bedroom, the office, and the bathroom.

When I was about 11 or so, I was in the bathroom. I was just about the step out of the bathroom when I slipped on the towel that we used at the rug. I fell to the ground and slid across the hallway. Then, I heard a crack. I looked up...and my foot was in the wall on the opposite side of the bathroom. My entire foot was in the wall. It was not a small hole, either. My feet were about average at the time, but that is still not incredibly small. My family came running to me and asked if my foot was okay. I was not concerned with my foot, though. I was concerned with the giant hole in the wall. "There is a hole in the wall," I kept saying, "I put a hole in the wall!"

"Yes, but is your foot okay?"

"Yes, but I put a hole in the wall!"

The hole was fairly large, but it was small enough that we were able to patch it...many years after the incident happened. I believe that we ended up patching it a few months before we moved. Even so, it was a great conversation starter at my house. Whenever someone new came by, we always told them the story, with my family altering it each time.