A short story

A Day to Forget
It was an unusually hot day, on June the 14th 1993. On that particular day I had graciously volunteered to mow a friend of my dads’ lawn while they were on vacation to Switzerland to ski in the Swiss Alps.
The Mowing begins
The grass was green and lush, and plenty long enough for me to see where I had already mowed. Having finished the front yard, I was sweating profusely. Sweat was dripping off the brow of my forehead, like the water of Niagara jumping over the lip of the horse shoe cliffs. Being a very light gray, my shirt no longer looked like it had been washed one hundred times as the sweat returned it to its original solid, deep gray, new looking color. It began to stick to me like bees on honey. Images of me being honey and the shirt the bees, I fought with vigor to rid it of its attacks on me. I had to get it off. The shirt was relentless as the fight continued. I grew confident when suddenly it threw an uppercut at me. Retaliating with what I thought would be the fatal blow I crossed my arms grabbed for the bottom of my shirt and began to lift. It felt like I was going to win, half of the shirt was over my head, when it threw a below the belt punch at me. I felt defeated not knowing what to do. Then anger grew inside of me creating an animal like roar. Suddenly I had an out of body experience. I turned into the Incredible Hulk. I clenched both my hands on the front of the collar, and tore the shirt right off, threw it on the ground, and ran that piece of junk over. Laughing as I watched the mower spew out my shirt all over the grass into thousands of pieces, I was the victor. Feeling as I was on top of the world, I was ready to finish the back.
I wheeled the green Lawn Boy around the side of the house toward the back. Ending up on a cement patio, but needing to be on the lawn, I then had a two-foot retaining wall to deal with. Being in a state of euphoria, I was not completely with it at that very moment. My only solution was to back up, tie my shoes real tight and run with all my might. As I began to run pushing the mower over the smooth concrete, I gained unimaginable speed. The air flying by my ears felt as if I was speeding along on a jet ski on the open water. My legs were pumping up and down like the pistons of a finely tuned racecar engine. It was all looking good until the very last second. My eyes then caught sight of a railroad tie sticking up out of the wood directly in front of me. I had no time to react. I was doomed. Slamming into the nail it stopped my momentum instantly, as it hurled me into the handle bar of the mower. I felt like a piece of cheese being sliced in half as my stomach wrap around the handlebar. Falling to the ground writhing in pain, I rolled over the retaining wall, landing with a thud. I could not breathe. My mouth was open but nothing would go in or out, I thought that I was going to die. Blacking out for a short time, I then woke up sucking the biggest gulp of air into my lungs possible. I was able to breath and that allowed me to calm down. Not focused on breathing any more I then realized how bad my stomach hurt. Hurting so badly I knew I could not finish mowing the lawn. I now had to figure out how to get home.
I realized that no one would see me in the back yard, and that my parents would not be home until much later to wonder were I was and come for me. I had two choices, lay and wait for my parents to come looking for me, or get up and somehow make it home on my own. I chose the first of the two. Knowing it would be a while until they would hopefully come; I laid my head down on the grass and slowly drifted off to sleep.