Broken arm:
The basketball thuds against the pavement. Clank, swoosh thunk, the basketball hits the backboard, then through the hoop then the ground. I was by no means an all star basketball player. Soccer and volleyball have always been more of my thing. Even though I wasn’t any good, Dad was, and man oh man was he hard to beat. Whether it was one on one, two on one or just plain old horse Dad sure beat us all. But that was all part of the fun, trying to beat Dad. And trying to beat Dad I ended up breaking my arm that ended my seventh grade volleyball season quite quickly. It was two on one. I was trying to defend the hoop behind me and to be honest was failing quite badly. No matter, I was focused on the getting the ball. Being the typical uncoordinated thirteen year old with legs too long to know what to do with, I somehow tripped while …show more content…
As a third grader I would definitely have agreed to that claim. Disneyland was just about the happiest place I had ever been. I gazed around and tried to take it all the sights. The roller coasters that made you nauseous just watching. One of those absolutely nauseating rollercoasters was the star attraction of Californa adventure, California Screamin’. As soon as we walked into the park I knew I would not go on that ride the jumbo roller coaster that flips upside down at least once in our time spent in the park. As the day flew by, the uncertainty grew in my little 8 year old mind as the rest of my family attempted to convince me to go on the roller coaster. I figured my sister would not go on it either so we could just stay behind with my grandma. But if my younger sister decided to play dare devil, I would possibly consider riding just so I didn’t get shown up by a first grader. We had already been on the standard swings that they have at the fair several times that day and many smaller roller coasters, but nothing like the track that I was sure would be the most terrifying experience
The basketball thuds against the pavement. Clank, swoosh thunk, the basketball hits the backboard, then through the hoop then the ground. I was by no means an all star basketball player. Soccer and volleyball have always been more of my thing. Even though I wasn’t any good, Dad was, and man oh man was he hard to beat. Whether it was one on one, two on one or just plain old horse Dad sure beat us all. But that was all part of the fun, trying to beat Dad. And trying to beat Dad I ended up breaking my arm that ended my seventh grade volleyball season quite quickly. It was two on one. I was trying to defend the hoop behind me and to be honest was failing quite badly. No matter, I was focused on the getting the ball. Being the typical uncoordinated thirteen year old with legs too long to know what to do with, I somehow tripped while …show more content…
As a third grader I would definitely have agreed to that claim. Disneyland was just about the happiest place I had ever been. I gazed around and tried to take it all the sights. The roller coasters that made you nauseous just watching. One of those absolutely nauseating rollercoasters was the star attraction of Californa adventure, California Screamin’. As soon as we walked into the park I knew I would not go on that ride the jumbo roller coaster that flips upside down at least once in our time spent in the park. As the day flew by, the uncertainty grew in my little 8 year old mind as the rest of my family attempted to convince me to go on the roller coaster. I figured my sister would not go on it either so we could just stay behind with my grandma. But if my younger sister decided to play dare devil, I would possibly consider riding just so I didn’t get shown up by a first grader. We had already been on the standard swings that they have at the fair several times that day and many smaller roller coasters, but nothing like the track that I was sure would be the most terrifying experience