A Summer Game
The time I broke my wrist on a swing set
The last days of summer are always bitter sweet. As the orange sun set my brother and I decided to go outside to enjoy the last few days of warmth. He has always loved competitions ever since he was little because he is just naturally good at them. So he made up this competition that we would swing for a couple minutes then we would jump off and see who could jump the farthest. It was obvious that he was going to win since he is four years older than me but I wanted to do it anyway because I thought it would be fun.
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Anyways as I was jumping off I did something I called the emergency stop but in the end it ended up hurting me more than keeping me safe. As I was doing this emergency stop my arm got wrapped up in the chains of the swing then I fell off of it with my left arm crossed over my body. That was probably the worst position to put my arm in because under me was a root, out of all the places I could have fallen it was on the biggest root in the yard. Once I hit the ground I knew that my wrist was broken, “Dominic go get mom I broke my wrist” I said. No one believed that it was broken. My mom even told me to stop crying because she thought that I was being dramatic. Obviously I kept crying then my mom said that we should go to the hospital. For some reason I didn’t like that idea because when I was younger hospitals creeped me out. But we ended up going and Dominic insisted on going with me for moral support.
When we first got there the lady at the front desk asked if I hurt my arm on a trampoline because a lot of kids had been coming to the hospital after getting hurt on their trampolines with no net around them. Once we checked in she gave me an ice pack that had to be cracked for it to get cold. It didn’t stay cold for that long so I ended up getting two in the time we were in the waiting room. After what felt like forever it was time for x-rays. My brother couldn’t come in with me so he waited out in the hall. I sat down in the chair and a heavy apron was put around me.
Following that we all waited in the doctor’s room and Dominic would not stop talking. He made the beeping of someone’s heart monitor in one room and the sound of someone else getting staples in another. Now at that time I didn’t know if he was doing that to annoy me or to cheer me up but I didn’t like it. We had been waiting in the room for awhile then the doctor came in to give me the news that I had broken my wrist. All of a sudden I started sobbing now looking back on it I can say that it was not that big of a deal but back then it seemed like the end of the world.
Then when we got home I remember sitting on the brown kitchen stool, that was probably older than me, as my mom made me toast with butter because I hadn’t eaten dinner that night. I didn’t go on a swing for many months after that because I didn’t want the same thing to happen again. So I guess the moral of this story is to never do a swinging competition with Dominic.
