It was a bright summer day, May 27th to be exact, I was 10 years old sitting in my room on my bed. I had no clue what was about to happen. I had just eaten dinner and I was bored to death. I decided that I wanted to jump on the trampoline. I went to the kitchen to ask my mom if I could go jump on the trampoline for a little while. I bet she wishes she had said no. I ran outside to the backyard and I had been jumping for no more than 10 or 15 minutes. I had just taught myself how to do a front flip on the trampoline the day before. I decided to try it out again. I jumped up so high I was soaring above the clouds. I was just about to do my front flip when I realized I was jumping to high, so to stop myself I put my arms straight out in front of me. That was a bad idea… …show more content…
I prayed that it was just a stick, it wasn’t. I looked down at my broken, messed up arm. I immediately started screaming “I broke my arm, I broke my arm” over and over. I somehow unzipped the trampoline and run to the back door. When I came into my house my dad was standing at the back door. Apparently my parents didn’t believe that I had actually broke my arm. My dad said “It’s definitely broken, the bone is popping out.” When my mom saw my arm she immediately threw her dinner into the air. She told my dad to walk me over to our neighbor’s house so she could call the ambulance. My dad and I walked to my neighbors house. I banged loudly on the door and screamed,”I broke my arm.” Panicking, she answered the door and sat me and the hard cold couch. I was in shock and all I could do was try not to pass out. Soon after the ambulance men rushed in, the first thing one of them said was “ What do we do?” That freaked me out even
When I was little, me and my family were sitting in the living room and watching T.V. and the next thing we hear is the doorbell. When my mom opened the door our family friend Mary, told my mom that she had dropped her keys in the dumpster and needed me and my
I had a little cut on my finger and my sister had her wrist x-rayed but no damage. My parents had to wait to see us and finally we got to see each other after about an hour. We were sitting in the hospital and, Mom asked the lady from school how driver and riders in the truck were doing. She said “Not good”. We did not know there was more than one in the truck at that time.
I was about 9 years old on my computer at my house relentlessly looking at Six flags videos of rollercoaster reactions and roller coaster reviews just dreaming that one day I would be able to ride one of them but most important of all “The X2” one of the fastest and scariest rollercoasters in the world. Right before the first drop it would flip upside down and you would have to face the long breathtaking drop without looking at what is about to happen. I would just stare at my computer in amazement and envy of the people that where on it in the video. When I was 10 years old, summer was approaching and of course I started to bring up six flags and ask what our plans where for this year’s California vacation my dad replied and told me that we would be staying at his new house instead of staying in a hotel like we would every year.
A wise man once said "Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward. " It was 7:10 Friday evening and I was on the phone with my boyfriend; his name was Jalen, we were planning to meet each other that evening at the park, which was located near train tracks, but plans changed dramatically. Last thing I told him was , " I love you Jalen!" 7:15 came and the phone hung up while I was talking to him.
When I was 6 years old, I spent most of my time playing outside in my gigantic backyard, strictly alone. I did not particularly enjoy spending time with my family or friends; I was my own best friend. On a crisp spring evening in 2005, I was profusely jumping on my trampoline (alone of course) while admiring our fence of lush lilac bushes, magnificent, colourful variety of trees, a sky-high evergreen tree that reminded me of Christmas, our brick firepit my dad made all by himself, and of course my massive trampoline that was so ridiculously bouncy I could jump as high as our rich evergreen tree. A few moments later, I got a little too caught up in the beautiful scenery and fell in between some springs where the safety tarp was not covering
One day when I was in 3rd grade at recess while all the kids played and jumped round I was focusing on balancing so I could be a cheerleader next year . Me and my friend Ashley walked on the curb of the sidewalks while trying to balance , our teacher watched us focus so hard, being so small it was easy to balance because I didn't hold so much weight . I remember trying with one foot and almost making it to the end until I got tripped , I fell straight onto my knees on the hard concrete. You know when something happens so quick you don't feel the pain immediately, you usually feel it when someone starts to point it out , I didn't know I busted my knee with all the adrenaline rushing through my body until everyone on the playground started screaming
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
I had my first dance recital on the day I turned four. Now I don’t remember anything from that day, but I believe that that day is when I learned I loved to perform. I’ve been taking dance lessons since then, and many things that I do now involve performing in some type of way.
It was a quiet morning and I was the only one asleep; however, not for long. My younger brother came running into my bedroom and flies onto my bed. He screams into my ear,“GET UP!! THERE IS A SURPRISE FOR YOU!”
My dad came into my room, turned on the light, and woke up my sister and I. I rose up out of my bed thinking that it was time to start getting ready for school. Then, my dad told us that my brother, Jacob, was very sick. I did not know how serious this was or what exactly was going on. As I walked into my parents room I notived my mom frantically pacing back and forth
It’s day two of Nationals, 93°F and my eigth even of the decathlon. I tie the thin, yellow laces of my spikes. My mind refuses to wander away from what’s next, pole vault. Pole vault is my absolute favorite thing in the world, but here i’m left to my own. I’m in Houston, TX while my coach is all the way back at home in Billings. As I began to warm up in the most conventional manner as possible, just going through the motions making sure i’m limber, I begin to question what is to happen. How will I hold up to my competition? Can I really do this on my own? I rub my hands down with chalk and begin my warmups on the runway. As I run I feel the dry chalk against the tape at the top of the pole, holding it tightly but making sure i’m not tense.
I wake up, my heart pounding as if I’d just run a marathon. My mind is dizzy with confusion as I try remembering what has happened. Where is my sister and where am I? My whole body feels weighed down and I start to shiver as I try to free myself from this suffocating breach. I struggle to breathe as solid flakes fall over my face.
Somberly she stated “It's certainly dislocated, but there also may be a fracture”. My mom gave me an assuring look, then we barged through the screen door. My mom, dad and I jumped in the van and quickly drove off to the hospital. The pain of my finger surged through my entire being. We had no clue where to find the hospital because we had never had an emergency here before.
Once we were inside, a strong medicinal odor reached me. Before my parents would even finish filing the paperwork, the doctors rushed me into a room and gave me some medicine to relieve the pain, which had a bitter sour taste to it. While my parents and the doctor were talking about the incident, I began to shiver and get goose bumps from how nervous I got after the doctor said I would need several stitches. The only thing that relieved me a little, was the fact that my parents would be next to me while they stitched my arm up. Well at least I thought they
The first time I got an x ray was when my arm was broken. I fractured my wrist and arm when my sweater got caught in the a merry-go-round at school what school ?. I didn’t tell my parents because I already felt like accidents always happened to me. This time I chose to ignore the symptoms of swelling and pain. After two days of hiding my injury, my father tried to hold my hand and I couldn’t help but cry out.