Kagawong: A Short Story

December 29, 2013 was the date that I recall when it happened. It was a chilly winter day in Kagawong. I was visiting my grandparents house about a mile from the town on Manitoulin Island in Canada. Ice hung off the tree branches in glistening icicles. Snow, as tall as a mailbox, was piled up on the sides of the roads. It was only noon when my grandpa walked into the room. My grandpa is a tall man with broad shoulders, grey hair, and a black and white beard. He always wears his brown boots with a t-shirt and jeans. “Hey Riley what are you up to?” he called.
“Nothing much, just writing my novel,” I replied. “Would you like to show Grandma the falls I showed you yesterday?” he asked. “Sure!” I said enthusiastically. Kagawong falls is a waterfall on the island that had chilled over for the winter. It was a huge, majestic ice
The water was frozen in long icicles that were the width of a car! As we walked behind the wall of ice I was astonished all over again by the beauty of the place. I walked the stretch of ice behind the frozen wall all the while shouting at my grandparents to hurry up. As I was walking back to where my grandparents stood, that uneasy feeling came back. All the sudden I felt my feet slip out from underneath me and my face smashing into the ice. Imagine getting hit with a frying pan in the face, that’s what it felt like. I tried to get up, all the while sobbing because I was in so much pain. As I was getting up, I saw a tooth lying on the ice. I sobbed even harder when I noticed that blood, that was everywhere, was coming from my mouth. My grandparents helped me up, grabbed the tooth, and handed it to me. It took me at least five minutes to figure out that the tooth I was holding was mine. It took me even longer to realize that it was my permanent front tooth sitting in my hand. My permanent front tooth fell out of my mouth while my other front tooth was halfway out of my