It was summer, one day after
my 7th birthday. My cousin John
and I were outside playing with the games I got for birthday gifts. I fell down
on the grass, and I heard a crunch. My
arm hurt so badly. It felt like I had
fallen down on hard concrete, even though I was in the grass. I started to sob and wail and cry.
My dad ran over to me and
picked me up and ran me right inside the house. He covered me up with a soft
blanket. I stayed awake for a little while to watch TV and say bye to my Cousin.
Then I fell right to sleep.
The next day my arm was
still feeling horrible so mom and dad took me to the hospital to get my arm
x-rayed. It was broken! They put a blue cast on my arm. Lots of friends signed it. The cast was very annoying because it went
all the way over my elbow to all the way over my hand and thumb. Sometimes I would have an itch that I
couldn’t reach under the cast.
I was so happy to have the
cast off, but it felt weird. I hope I
never break my arm again.
Posted by: Gingerbread girl
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