Slowly strolling down a road of the past,

I saw a cannon

Faintly through all the heavy fog

As I got closer

The sounds almost like a drum

Thumping over and over, thumping

It reminded me, each thump

taking pictures with a camera,

Holds so many memories

Showing what my life was like

When I was younger,

That same thumping noise

Was heard from all around my house,

As I broke my leg,

I was only 4  

The sharp sound of sirens,

The beeping of hospital halls,

And the feeling of my leg throbbing in pain

My parents were the most comforting things in the room.

                                               They were there helping me to walk again

With my body cast on for many months

I finally learned how to walk again