Personal Narrative: The Day I Broke My Arm

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The Day I Broke My Arm

On September 11th, 2012 an event changed my life forever. On that day, I broke my arm. It happened while I was playing tackle football with kids from my neighborhood. It was my neighbor ,Bob, who tackled me when I broke it. Me and Bob have had many conflicts in the past. Bob is my neighbor, I have lived near him for nine years. Him and I are also the same age. I was really good friends with Bob in third grade. One day all a sudden Bob decided that he will no longer be friends with me. He give no reason for not wanting to hang out with me anymore. He became one of the meanest people in the neighborhood. It was strange how, the only person he did not hang out with anymore was me. One day in the summer of 2012, me
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I then proceed to go outside to play basketball on my driveway. Then Brad came over to get my brother and I to play a game of tackle football. I went over to play. When I got there the teams were Bob, Brad, and Ryan versus me and my younger brother. The game started and as the game kept going so, did the roughness of it. As the game kept going Bob kept getting more and more frustrated. About one hour into the game, Bob hit me as hard as he could and my arm snapped clean in half. The bone stayed in my skin thankfully. However, both my radius and ulna were broken completely in half. I went running back to my house where my mom saw me. My mom told me to get in the car and, we then proceed to drive to Parker Adventist Hospital. As we drove to the hospital my arm hurt so bad. It was so unpleasant to have to look down at my arm and see the bone stick up out of my …show more content…
My surgery was at six in the mourning. When I got there my parents filled out paperwork and I waited nervously. Then a nurse came and got us and we proceed to the room I was having surgery in. The doctors give me drugs to put me in a deep sleep so, they could perform the surgery. The doctors installed two metal plates one on each side of my arm to attach the bones back together. When I woke up from the surgery, I saw my mom, dad, and my brother surrounding me. I had to spend the night at the hospital, which was not fun. After that, I went home with a cast on my arm that I had to wear for seven weeks.
After, the seven weeks were up I got my cast off. My arm had two huge scars on each side. Under the scar, I could feel the metal that the doctors put in. Also, my arm and wrist could not move as well as they used to. Due to this injury, I will have two pieces of metal in my arm for the rest of my life. Also I never talked to Bob again after this