A Lasting Frighting Memory

It was a few days before Christmas, I was ten years old and I loved Christmas so much. I woke up one morning rather early feeling a little sick, I figured it was because I was outside the day before in the soft powder like snow. I went and told my mother that I wasn't feeling very well, and she saw my calmly looking face and she felt my forehead. Sure enough a fever, and not just any fever, a fever that my mom though we should go to the hospital. I wasn't worried, not because I was going to the hospital, but that fact that I would miss our Christmas dinner and events at my grandparents house. My parents rushed me to the hospital, it seemed as if this was going to take forever and all I wanted to do was go home so I could get ready to go to grandma and grandpa's. We waited back in the office waiting to see the doctor, I never really liked being in any type of hospital of any kind, except when class was to boring and I would go to the nurses office, but that's beside the point. The doctor finally came in to check on me, and what do you know. I have scarlet fever, luckily at the technology level that we are at now and that we were then, I was able to recover. That day I was hot, then cold, and repeated tha process to feel that way for a long time. That day I was told that I couldn't go to my family Christmas that night, that I was very ill. Hearing this of course made me in rage, happily my grandparents had me over earlier that day to have my very own Christmas. I was so sad that day, but then when I think back on it, it makes me realize that it's not only a holiday, that you should always appreciate your health and the love that you are given.