Stacy’s dad was always the one to be “it”. He would find and chase us around the park to throw a rubber bouncy ball at us to “freeze” us. Whenever you’re frozen, you cannot move until someone that isn’t frozen tags or touches you. The objective for the person that is “it” has to freeze all the players until everybody is frozen. One day, we all were playing Dodgeball Freeze Tag. Everybody was taking a break because we had finished a game recently. I had to use the bathroom during the break so I went to the restroom. Before I left the restroom, first thing that comes to my mind it to wash my hands. After I washed my hands, I notice there’s no paper towels. Simply, I use the classic way to dry my hands by shaking them. I then walk out and see that my friends are getting ready to start a new round of Dodgeball Freeze Tag. I hurry over to them so they don’t exclude me. Before the round begins, I started thinking of places I can run and hide at. The game starts and we all start running. A few moments later, I notice that Stacy’s dad was nowhere near me, so I decided to relax and not feel rushed to find a spot to hide. As I randomly became energized, I went over by the monkey bars to swing across them. Little did I remember, my hands were still …show more content…
Being oblivious, I didn’t look at anything and just thought I fell on my butt with a very minor injury. The main focus of what I did see was random parents staring at me, sort of towards my arm, covering their mouths full of sorrow. As soon as I looked at my body to see what the parents were looking at, I notice my arm did not look right at all. Suddenly after I looked at my arm, instantly I felt an excruciating amount of pain. Stacy’s dad came over and picked me up to rush me to the Emergency Room. Luckily, there was a hospital behind the park. After all the surgeries, I found out that I dislocated my elbow and snapped my bone midway down my forearm. Anyone from a distance could see the bone sticking out and my elbow in the other direction. Even though I broke and dislocated my arm, to this day, I find this memory to be humorous. I find it funny because I didn’t feel any type of pain until I looked at my arm and quickly starting panicking which followed by crying. I always wondered why I put my hands straight down with my palms facing the ground as if that was going to cushion my