One day, when I was seven, around the end of August, at the very beginning of the school year, I had a really bad feeling about the day. I didn't know what it was. I was very confused and not able to put my finger on what was bothering me. Well, the day went on as follows. School -nothing happened. Drive home -nothing. Homework -nothing. Playing -nothing. Dad coming home -Felt the incredible urge to go to the library. He told me he couldn't because he had to cut the grass. I begged him to take me, I told him it was too hot to cut grass. Mom said "Yeah honey it is way too hot to cut the grass just wait until tomorrow..." He explained that he had to work late tomorrow and wouldn't be able to and it was supposed to rain the next day.
I gave up on the library and decided to read one of my books. Mom told him to at least wait until she finished dinner. He agreed and decidde to take a nap on the couch. My bad feeling persisted to the point of being sick at my stomach. About an hour and a half later, my dad woke up with a jerk and a gasp. He told us he had just had a really bad dream. When we asked him what it was about, he said he was mowing the creek bank and he slipped and cut his toes off.
We told him to give up on the cutting grass and just stay inside, that the yard could wait two days if it had to. He said Na, let me get more awake and eat, then I will go out. It was just a dream..." Well, we ate and I followed him outside after to watch him. He mowed the front yard, my Granny's back yard, her front yard and nothing happened. So I decided to play a bit with my bow and sucker arrows on the side of the shed.
He started on the creek bank. The steepest part of the bank he completed easy as pie, so he continued on with the easy part. About two minutes later I heard a loud noise and a scream. Well ya'll don't need the graphic parts. So I will just tell you he has a half of his big toe on his right foot and the one beside it had to be completely reattached or he wouldn't have it all.