Journal topic # 11

One of my favorite memories from when I was in second grade was when I broke my arm. Every Christmas day we would go to my grandparents on my dads side of the family and this was a big night for everyone we get to see all of our cousins that we do not get to see very often. This day we were driving over to my grandparents house right after we opened our presents. When we got there my dad was parking the car and we all are still in it well he stopped so I opened the car and then the side door on our van hits my arm. I was screaming at the top of my lungs it hurt so bad. When my dad finally realized what he did he felt so bad, but it wasn't his fault. when I went inside everyone is standing there looking at me I was crying. When they called the hospital the hospital was so full but we still went anyways. When we got there they put my arm in a splint to stop some of the pain. My dad had to bring me to a clinic that was still open to have it checked out. They told us the hospital put a left handed splint on a right arm and that's why it was still hurting so much. After they took x-rays it was broken in two places so when we were done we went back to my grandparents house and ate dinner and hung out with everyone. This was a good experience for my parents I was the first to brake my arm in the family I was proud. I will always remember this moment in my life.