Step, step, step, I walk lazily down the street. I’m so bored! I feel sick inside. Using my hands and legs to help me walk, slowly I move cautiously trying not to trip over. It’s hard to open doors when my hands and arms are doing all the work.
Carefully, I walk home. Every movement has to be slow or else I will fall over. Every second I become more tired. Walking is such an effort now. Ring, ring, ring! Oh no! My phone is ringing. I need to put one of my crutches in my other hand and carefully balance. I cautiously get my phone and quickly answer it. It’s Mum. She says I should stay where I am and she will pick me up to go to the hospital.
All of a sudden at the hospital, to my surprise, the specialist gives me something that blows my mind. It is something amazing, something glorious, something extraordinary. It is a robotic leg! Now I will feel like the others. I’m amazed, I’m thrilled, I’m grateful. Now I understand why the specialist took my measurements and a mould of my legs last month. They did that to make my robotic leg. It’s time to try it on, and give it a test run!
I’m as happy as a kid in a toy store. I’m so happy my smile is as big as an elephant. The doctor carefully attaches the robotic leg to mine. He tells me that I need to practice getting up, balancing, and walking. It is hard at first, then it becomes easier, then it becomes easy. Now the doctor tells me that I am ready to go, I have had enough practice for now. I leave the hospital exhausted but extremely happy. I’m on my way to walking on my own.
Determination is all I need to be free of my crutches. My life is incredible now. I can run, I can walk, I can spin. Now me and my robotic leg are as close as peanut butter and jelly. Now I can finally arrive early. I've never been early before. Dusk slowly emerges as I walk back home.
I’m as excited as a monkey in a tree. Boredom has been defeated.