Take My Breath Away
(I am six years old. It’s summer, and we’re all sitting on the back porch. My mother decides to spray spider poison in the eaves of the house.)
Mom: “Everyone hold their breath.”
(I dutifully hold my breath. My mom continues spraying for spiders along the perimeter of the house.)
Dad: *to me* “Are you okay?”
(I pass out. When I regain consciousness, everyone is hovering over me.)
Dad: “What happened?”
Me: “Nobody told me it was okay to breathe…”