I recall being on a family trip to Spain, and visiting a historical cathedral.

I think it was in Seville?

I recall exploring the large open halls, filled with fancy decor and paintings.

I think they were Victorian?

I recall entering one of the showcase rooms with my mother and brother.

I think the walls were made of a rough stone?

I recall standing timidly in front of a painting as my mother desired a photo.

I think my brother was examining a cased crown covered in jewels? 

I recall my mother pointing out a stone bench on the other side of the room.

I think the inspiration came to her when my brother moved to take a seat at the bench?

I recall running over to her indicated location and tripping over a tiny unnoticeable ledge.

I think I yelled loudly enough to draw the attention of everyone else in the room?

I recall my left knee smashing against the cold tiled floor, and turning a blood-red color.

I think there wasn’t any external bleeding as the skin was caved in?

I recall retreating to my intended destination of the bench, desperately holding my knee.

I think my mother had investigated my injury’s severity?

I recall a woman kneeling in front of me pulling out a phone in order to capture my knee. 

I think she had flowing black hair and a pink skirt?

I recall my family assisting me out of the cathedral, seeing a man trip on our way out.

I think it was at the same place as I did? 

I recall my brother insisting that we climb up the nearby tower despite my protesting.

I think my mother was indifferent?

I recall limping up the cathedral’s tower, though there were ramps instead of steps.

I think I saw a diagram touting 67 ramps?

I recall paying attention to the dithered pattern that made up the texture of the ramps.

I think my mother had fallen behind halfway up?

I recall groaning upon seeing that at the end of the elevation was a single flight of stairs.

I think I had to precariously hop up those last few steps?

I recall feeling a great relief upon seeing the gorgeous view of the city, making it all worth it.

Memory in tow,

                        I didn’t feel 

                                                the need 

                                                                      to remember

                                                                                                 the trip back down.