The Time I Broke My Arm

The time I broke my arm

I remember when I was in second grade, and my friend asked me how to do the swinging monkey bars. What she didn’t know was that I had no idea how to do those types of monkey bars. But I didn’t want to let her down!
Little did I know, I was about to make a huge mistake.
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon, and the second grade was just let out for recess. It was a perfect day. Not too hot, not too cold. I was headed to the swings with my friend Savannah, when all of a sudden, my friend Kennedy came running up behind us. She asked Savannah and me if we could show her how to do the red swinging monkey bars. Savannah really wanted to do the swings, but I wanted to help Kennedy. But there was one problem……… I had no idea how to do those types of monkey bars! But I didn't want to let Kennedy down. So I told Savannah that I would meet her at the swings in a few minutes.When we got there, there was no line ( for once) so I climbed up the ladder for what seemed like forever. Once I got to the top, my palms got sweaty. I reached out to grab the first monkey bar, and I got it. The second one, got it. When I reached out to grab the third one, my hand slipped. I was dangling from one monkey bar. I felt as if I was dangling from a tiny rope and there was a raging river one hundred feet below me. I tried to grab the next one but I couldn't. So I decided to close my eyes and drop. When I dropped, everything seem to happen in slow motion. When I got to the ground, I landed on my right arm. It felt like my arm had just snapped off. It was the worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life! Kennedy ran to go get a teacher. In what felt like one hundred hours, my teacher Mrs. Wood came running up and knelt down beside me and asked what hurt. In a weak voice, I told her that my arm did. She told Kennedy to take me to the nurse's office. When I got there, the nurse felt my arm in a couple places and asked me if it hurt. It hurt everywhere. She called my mom and told her that she needed to pick me up and take me to the doctor.
When my mom and I pulled up into the crowded parking lot, we went into the dull waiting room for about the longest half-hour ever.
When the doctor finally called my name, he led us into a small room, where the nurse asked me a few questions, like how it happened, how it hurt, and where it hurt. Afterwards, the doctor came in and led us into a much bigger room with a weird looking machine.
The doctor told me it was an X-ray machine, and to lay down. After he took some pictures with the weird looking X-ray machine, he led my mom and I back to the small room, and we waited there. When he came back, he had a sympathetic look on his face. “I'm afraid I have some bad news for you guys, it looks like you have broken your arm.”
Whenever I think back to that day, I will always remember how I felt when I was dangling from that one red, slippery monkey bar, and how I imagined a raging river below me. I will always remember how it felt when I landed on my arm, and how everything seemed to happen so slow. I will also always remember the look on the doctor's skinny face, and how right when I saw him, I could tell something was wrong.
I wish I could turn back time, and just tell Kennedy that I had no idea how to do those monkey bars. If I had done that, none of this would have ever happened.
Bailey Adkisson

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