This story is about the day that my summer was ruined by just one wrong step. It all began with how my childhood friend and I would go over to each other’s houses almost every day.  We’ve lived across the street from each other before we even met one another. During that day that ruined my summer, I was over at my friend’s house. He has a swing set, with a little treehouse that has slide on the front of it and a wooden step ladder on the side of the treehouse.

One day after school we were bored so to add a little extra fun to the day, we asked his father to spray us with the hose while trying to escape from him on the swingset and treehouse. He sprayed the hose in that it had enough pressure to be able to reach us, but not enough to actually hurt. We played for about ten minutes when my friend decided to jump from the side of the treehouse with the ladder to the ground. I decided I would do the same thing except that I would go down a couple steps and then leap because I was scared to jump from that height. As soon as I reached the second step down I realized my mistake. I placed my foot on a step that was wet and slippery from the hose. It was just like stepping on ice, I was sent straight to the ground. I attempted to break my fall with my arms, but it was a mistake. My left arm landed on a cinderblock. I fell unconscious as I felt the pain. It felt like my arm had broken into thousands of pieces, and  then woke up to being carried over to my house by my friend’s father. It was mostly a daze so I could hardly tell what was happening because I had never experienced anything like this before in my life. Once I arrived at my house. I was immediately taken to Community General Hospital by my Mom. No one told me what actually happened to me. I was just told to keep my left arm from moving.

After what felt like a couple hours, but was only 30 minutes we arrived at the hospital. Finally, we got into the hospital, but we still had to wait in the waiting room. This was my first time actually going to a hospital that I could actually remember. Once I was called in, they had to question me to help them determine what might have happened, but I was too scared to actually have been any use. As a result they sent me in for xrays. For them to determine what had actually happened, they had to turn my arm and wrist in so many directions it felt like they were trying to break and hurt my arm even further but in reality they were trying to help me. I was discharged from the hospital from the hospital later that day.

I still had no idea what had happened to my arm. My parents told me that my radius and my carpal had been fractured due to the fall. At the time I didn’t know that this meant that I couldn’t swim in the pool or that in order to take a shower I would have to wear a bag over my arm. I also wouldn’t be able to play soccer, or do any of the fun activities in school from the end of my kindergarten year. For the rest of the summer I sat on the sidelines watching my friends play while I was forced to sit and watch. At that moment I decided that I would always tread carefully or I might just lose something I love.