If I Could Only Remember

The sunlight shimmered on the soft bed of bright green grass, it was a perfect day for a soccer game. My team was playing Brookfield, the most aggressive team in our league. To be honest, I was a little nervous; I had no idea which team was going to win. The center ref blew his whistle signaling that the game was about to start. We took our positions on the field and waited for the ref to blow his whistle again to signify that the game would begin.

 At the end of the first half my team was winning 2 to 0. It seemed like we had a really good chance of defeating Brookfield. Our coach gave us a very inspirational halftime speech telling us that if we kept working hard and maintaining possession of the ball that we would win this game easily. Once more we went to our starting positions waiting for the ref to blow his whistle.

 It was our kickoff and Kendall passed me the ball, I dribbled quickly past two of the player on the other team and then turned in an attempt to pass the ball back to Kendall. As I turned a girl on the other team shoved me to the ground viciously and a burning pain struck through my body like lightning.

 I felt my heart beating faster as the seconds ticked by and my lungs expanding with every breath I took. I could hear peopled on the sidelines muttering things and whispering to each other but I couldn’t tell what they were saying.  Suddenly, my hearing began to fade and I could no longer hear the voices that I had heard only a second ago. I could barely make out siren noises in the distance. My head started to ache and throb from the fall and my vision began to blur: then it all went black.

Four hours later I started to regain consciousness; my eyes fluttered open and searched around the room for a familiar face. The lighting was harsh on my eyes and I could only see four silhouettes hovering over me. Who were these people, I thought to myself. Do I know them? The way they looked into my eyes made me assume that they knew me.

My eyes started adjusting to the light and I realized that these people were none other than my mother, father, brother, and sister.  

“Everyone look! She’s awake,” shouted my little brother.

“Hello sweetie,” my mother replied. “How are you feeling?”

 I responded slowly, “Pretty good.”

“Oh, that’s good! Now I know you’re probably wondering why you’re here: you got a concussion, but just stay calm, everything is under control.”

Out of confusion I questioned, “How did I get a concussion?”

My mother replied softly, “You were playing soccer and a girl shoved you to the ground and you hit your head. It was an accident, but you blacked out and we had to have an ambulance take you to the hospital. Don't you remember?”

Could this really be, I thought to myself. Did I get a concussion? I didn't remember anything except my head hurting and blacking out. I tried to make sense of all of it but I just couldn't remember anything.

“All I remember is hitting my head but anyways did we win the game?” I asked with a big toothy grin on my face.

She laughed and said “Yes sweetie, you did.”