When we lived in Australia, we had a wonderful lady who was a housekeeper and babysitter. Her name was Mrs. Timmons and she taught me how to eat oatmeal with chocolate milk on it. She took care of us quite a bit.
I remember one day I was listening to the radio that sat on the floor of my parents’ bedroom, and was quite large, like a small trunk. For some reason, I left the room and when I came back in, my 2-year-old sister was standing on the radio and Velvet, our Boxer, was barking at her.
When I looked at her more closely, I realized she looked funny. Her face was all swollen and she was swinging. Then I saw she had a strange-looking necklace around her neck. All of a sudden I realized that she was not standing on the radio anymore.
Apparently she had stood on the radio and wrapped the cord of the blinds around her neck, and then wanting to show everyone her new necklace, she stepped off into nothing.
Apparently she had stood on the radio and wrapped the cord of the blinds around her neck, and then wanting to show everyone her new necklace, she stepped off into nothing.
I screamed and Mrs Timmons immediately came and ran back into the kitchen and got a knife. I was scared so I went outside with Velvet, our Boxer, crying until Mrs Timmons came and got me. Mother was outside at the time, and when she saw me, she ran into the house. When I went back into the house she was there with Diddy on the floor. Then they took her to the hospital and I stayed with Mrs Timmons.
They told me later I saved her life, but actually it was Velvet; he barked when he saw her swinging.