Chapter 8 "I didn't do anything!"

At that time, I was standing at the stop sign of the bus.My friends went back first that day, and I was the only one there.The location is Minohe-cho, Minohe-gun, Aomori Prefecture, the bus stop in front of our school. Although the war was over, our mother and son were evacuated there and could not return to Tokyo.Our house in Tokyo has been destroyed by the war, and my father was captured in Siberia. I don't know when I will be back.But even so, I am still very lively, bouncing around every day. The so-called "bolt from the blue" probably refers to this kind of thing.I was standing there silently waiting for the bus when suddenly a glass door the size of a tatami mat fell from the sky and hit my head.It's also my luck. I usually look around, up and down, but now I occasionally lower my head and look down.I only heard several loud bangs of "crash - clatter" and the glass door hit my head and was crushed by my body.When I came back to my senses, my head was covered with broken glass, and I was standing in the middle of the wooden door frame.

Behind the bus station is a small pharmacy, and on the second floor is a barber shop.The main entrance of the barber shop is a large glass door, facing the road, the door may have been blown off by the wind, fell down, and hit the downstairs, just where I was standing, this scene happened.The sound of the glass door shattering was so loud that people nearby rushed over and asked me: "Are you okay?" With broken glass all over my head, I screamed desperately: "I didn't do anything!" The adults said kindly: "We know, we know, you're not hurt, are you?"

However, I'm only worried about one thing.That is, if everyone thinks that I did something bad to make the door shatter, what should I do?So, I desperately want grown-ups to know that I just stood here obediently.I didn't feel any pain at all, and I didn't think that I might be injured. I just cried out repeatedly: "I didn't do anything!" The uncle at the pharmacy carefully inspected my head and face, and said to everyone: "It's okay, there is no injury at all!" "Great, great!" The people around me were talking.Maybe the barber was among them.However, I kept yelling:

"I didn't do anything!" At this time, finally someone said: "Oh, you didn't do anything, we all saw it. The door fell out of itself!" After hearing this, I finally felt relieved and pulled my feet out of the pile of broken glass.Fortunately, I wasn't hurt at all, not even a scrape.However, I had a big swelling on my head that didn't go away for a long time, and for days, I had broken glass falling out of my hair. To this day, whenever I think of myself being surrounded by grown-ups, who keep saying "I didn't do anything", I still feel so pitiful.

However, people who know my childhood will definitely say this: "Of course. In this matter, she really managed to do nothing, of course it must be made clear! Because in most cases, she has done something bad..."