In the year of 2001 I broke my arm. When it happened I couldn't believe it. I
couldn't beliieve it. I couldn't believe it becuse I had wished to actually have had a broken arm.
At the time it happened I didn't want it because it was really painful. Before my thoughts
were, I wonder what it is like to have that feling. At the time it had happened I was in the 3rd grade.
I was only nine years old and wanted a broken arm. When it happened my dad was taking care of me because my mom was giving birth at the hospital to my little baby brother. A social worker wanted to put the blame on her, but she couldn't because it was just an accident. At this time when it happened I wasn't even expecting it. I had thought that getting a broken arm was a good idea, but soon it was I found out it was a bad thought after all. When it happened I remember I was going to the icecream truck. Before that I remember begging my dad to let me go.
When he let me go, he told me,''Wait for the ice cream truck toget here.'' I said ,''ok''. He gave me permision, but I didn't listen to him.Instead what i did was ran fast as i could almost to the corner to get closer to the ice cream truck.The ice cream truck wasnt getting closer so, i decidedto run to the corner even closer.Then as i fell and landed on my arm and twisted it.I was scared because i didnt know what to do or expect from my dad.As soon as i fell i just got up quickly,as if nothing had happened, which was imbossible because i was crying and in pain.The lady that was the owner of the aparment building where i lived and saw me. She immediately called the abulance, because my arm looked twisted. A close friend of my mom, which was our neighbor came with me because my dad had to take care of my little brother. When the ambulance took me they put me to sleep.
The only thing that was weird was that I was at the same hospital as my mom. Then my older brother came and took care of me. After everything was over I remember that a nurse had given me a pony that was soft and pink. When we left, later in the car I remembere that I have forgoton it. After all I had a cast for 6 months and did not go to school for 2 months. When I had the cast I was fustrated because the it itched alot especially when it was hot and sometimes I would try to scratch with a butter knife or a pen. It was also hard because the hand that I broke was the hand that I used for everything. When I went back to school it was hard for me to write. After having the cast on I decided to decorate it, so I did and some of my friend wrote thier names on it. Finally when those 6 months were over my hand felt weird without the cast. I had to get use to it by moving it and getting alot of rest by putting a pillow underneath my arm.
The bad part of having a broken arm was that I had to use a plastic bag over it when I took a shower soo that way it wouldn't get wet inside of the cast. To have a broken arm I wouldn't ever want to wish that again. It's a really bad experience the way you are used to do things with the hand you use for everything. I would suggest if someone was to ever run for any reason watch your step. Or you might end up braking an arm ar a leg just like I did. This has been the worst experience of my life so far, and I wouldn't want to ever go throgh it again.