I had to get my tonsils out, and mom and dad did a great job of ensuring me that it would be a minor surgery. They bought me a special stuffed kitten and butterfly jimmies to wear to the hospital. They hugged and kissed me and held my hands until the cart I was being wheeled on reached the towering metal doors. Next thing I knew, I was in a bed with beeping sounds coming from a machine nearby, and a fog of strangers standing around me in a circle praying. Mom was in the circle and was crying, and dad didn't look too hot either. A few days, when I got better, they said it was a miracle, and didn't really explain what had happened during my minor surgery.