I remember the night we found out. I was just seven years old. It was midnight. That day I had been playing outside all day. I went to bed feeling really weird. I remember tossing and turning, not being able to sleep. Then suddenly I had shot up and felt really bad, I could feel my lungs constricting and breathing had become hard. I slowly got off the top bunk and made my way to my parents. As I staggered out of my room I said, "Mommy? Mommy, I can't breathe." I remember her and my fathers scared faces as my parents called the hospital to hold a place at the ER. I remember my mother rushing me and my blankie to the car and speeding the whole way to the hospital. At the hospital the nurses and Doctors all looked concerned. I don't remember much because they I fell asleep but I remember that we stayed at the hospital for five hours and I received three breathing treatments. That night the Doctors suggested to my mommy that I had probably constricted Asthma.
