Autumn’s POV
It was a mild spring day, the sort when we kids were so happy to run outside without jackets. I ran to the neighbour’s house because they had a swing. With my almost five year old legs I pumped higher and higher. My hair flopped backwards as my face felt the warm sunlight and forwards as I faced the ground on the backwards swing. I can't recall how I fell, just the dull thump of hitting the dirt. I lay there unable to breathe, all the wind knocked right out of both lungs. I heaved but no air passed in. By the time I got home all I could do was slide down the glass of the front door and bang once. Dad opened it. I lay on the mat, still trying to breathe. He looked at me, panicked, seconds later I was lying on my parents' bed. Something about being jiggled as he ran got the air
