My Wheelchair

My wheelchair goes really fast! I found that out at the MDA Clinic. 

While I was zooming about a room that could fit four elephants in it and happily saying "Yay!", Sarah decided that it might be a good idea to chase me around a exercise box that might cut my flesh like an alligator if I ran into it. We ran happily around while playing a fast game of Catch The Thief. I was the thief and Sarah was the police woman. Driving my wheelchair was like driving a racecar!

I mischievously was still planning my escape when I crashed into a punching bag. I was confused. "Oops! Who put that there!", I said to myself. Sarah laughed so much she fell on the floor. "I guess I wasn't paying attention!"I said. Sarah laughed even more. When I was ready to drive again Sarah chased me around with the punching bag in her arms. She was  now a police woman with a bomb! She said "I'm gonna get you!" I said "No you're not!". We chased each other until we had to leave the clinic. 

While I was in the wheelchair and Sarah was chasing me, I felt like my terrible, no good, bad disease had gone away. Do you know how it felt? If not, imagine yourself dying. Now, imagine yourself healing in a second. That's how it felt! We left the MDA Clinic laughing hysterically. 

Ya' know, wheelchairs are pretty nice once you've been in one. I mean, it's kind of like an electric car for kids!