The Day I Broke My Arm

I was six years old on the day of August 19, 2003.  I remember my cousins, Devin and Gavin, came over to my house in the morning because their mom got called into work.  My mom took my cousins, my sister, and I to McDonalds that morning for breakfast.  We all wanted a hashbrown and a sausage biscuit with either white or chocolate milk.  We then eventually went to Dunhams in town because my sister and I needed a new pair of swimming goggles for the club swim team we were a part of.  When we got home we swam in our inflatable swimming pool in the back yard, which was filled with cold water.  We played in the pool for a couple of hours playing Marco Polo, swim tag, and we also had contests as to who could hold their breath the longest.  My cousin Devin could always beat all three of us for the breathing contest because he was the oldest and was best at everything he did.  When we got done swimming my mom had lunch made for us, hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, and tater tots.  That was my favorite meal as a kid so I was quite happy.  While my mom was cleaning up after lunch all of us kids ran outside and started to jump on the trampoline and play on the playground set we had.  It was a nice, hot, beautiful day that all of us enjoyed until a tragedy happened.  We decided that it would be a fun idea to make an obstacle course on the swing set.  The number one rule was that we weren't allowed to let out feet hit the ground.  I was doing very well when it was my turn to go through the course.  I got to the last step of the course and my hands slipped as I had a hold of the swing set bar.  I landed directly on my arm and I hurt a snap instantly.  As I fell, my mom was trying to chain my dog up to his leash.  When my mom heard me burst out a loud scream she and my dog came quickly running towards me.  As soon as she saw that my arm was bruising she called the hospital saying that would be going to the emergency room.  We sent my cousins and my little sister with my grandma and my mom took me to the hospital.  Before I left for the emergency room I wanted to bring my favorite doll to keep myself company and to make me feel better.  Once I got to the hospital the nurses led me to the emergency room and sent in a doctor to squeeze my arm to pop my bones back into place.  While the doctor was squeezing my arm, I loudly screamed and began to cry even more than what I already had.  After the doctor left I told my mom that all I wanted to do was go home and eat ice cream, but sadly that didn't happen.  I had to stay at the hospital for a couple more hours while they did x-rays and put a cast on my arm. I ended up breaking two different boned in my arm, but I am not sure what those bones are called.

FUN FACT:  the doctors tried giving my pain reliever and anesthetics to knock out a 250 lbs man because I wouldn't fall asleep.  Eventually the medicine kicked in so the doctors could put my cast on.