When I was 13, I had many friends who would tickle me through either tying me up or free style tickling, but it was not until an accident caused me to be vulnerable to tickling. I was the tallest kid in my gymnasium class and it was fun learning how to play different games such as football, baseball, and kickball. Than, one day, I was in the game playing when I tripped attempting to catch a fly ball, and I fell down hard, and I felt a popping noise on my legs, and I realized that it had fractured, and I had to go to the hospital, and it was horrifying.
The doctor told me that I had to be in a cast for six months. Well, that was not what I wanted to hear. The cast felt like bondage to me because it trapped my feet for anyone to mess with. At my house, my brother and sisters teased me about my injury, and it was not long before they decided to take advantage of me. They used a string to tie my toes together, and that was when the torment started to affect me. They had the nerve to tickle my helpless feet when I was in the cast, so I giggled than fell under the spell into helpless and crazy laughter. They tickled my arch, heel, tops, bottoms, and even my toes inch by inch. I was having a terrible day everytime they would tickle me. I was driven insane by their tortorous method of tickling, and they used everything from a hair brush, electrical toothbrush, pen, and other items to get me laughing. My parents would always order them to stop, and they did, but with the shades drawn and doors locked whenever my parents left, I was mercilesly tickled to no end in sight. It was the hardest six months of my life since I could not walk, or go to school. Luckily, it was summer time when I was healed, so I got to cherish my moment, and finish in summer school just in time so I could walk the stage 5 years later.
The End.