Breaking A Bone?
Have you ever broken a bone before? I broke my collarbone when I was only seven. To this day, I blame my “brother” for the whole “accident.” Our mom’s are best friends and I have known him for as long as I can remember. I was seven, and he was eight. Evan was in first grade and I was in kindergarten. At that time we didn’t care how much trouble we got into, what we did, and how we did it. Until that awful night happened, that is when we started being more careful of what we were doing. Since he is the older one he should have known better but he didn’t.
It all started when he got home from school. He came over everyday after school, especially since that’s where the bus dropped him off. Knowing us kids, we had to go play …show more content…
As I was walking out to the garage, Lesley came in and as a kid you tend to want to go to your mom. So I kept on saying I want my mom. She came in and asked what happened. She sat me on the couch and said “if you don’t raise your arm, we are going to the hospital.” As soon as we were walking out the door Johnna and her mom had walked in. Mom had explained what we were doing, and Johnna came with us.
We got to the hospital and mom had said what happened. Their response was “it’s probably not broken or she would be crying.” They took x-rays of my arm, etc. It took awhile to get the results. Mom and I sat in the room waiting. When they finally came in they had said “oh yeah it’s definitely broken.” Mom had carried on a conversation with them as to, how broke is it, what would have to be done to get it fixed...etc. The night went on and we left.
That’s how the story goes. I guess you could just called it “the three little monkeys jumping on a bed” story. Except it was two kids and a collarbone ended up being broke. This day he says he had nothing to do with it. Maybe I have done enough embarrassing/ humiliating/ and hilarious things to him for payback, but hey we are still the best buds we could ever
Have you ever broken a bone before? I broke my collarbone when I was only seven. To this day, I blame my “brother” for the whole “accident.” Our mom’s are best friends and I have known him for as long as I can remember. I was seven, and he was eight. Evan was in first grade and I was in kindergarten. At that time we didn’t care how much trouble we got into, what we did, and how we did it. Until that awful night happened, that is when we started being more careful of what we were doing. Since he is the older one he should have known better but he didn’t.
It all started when he got home from school. He came over everyday after school, especially since that’s where the bus dropped him off. Knowing us kids, we had to go play …show more content…
As I was walking out to the garage, Lesley came in and as a kid you tend to want to go to your mom. So I kept on saying I want my mom. She came in and asked what happened. She sat me on the couch and said “if you don’t raise your arm, we are going to the hospital.” As soon as we were walking out the door Johnna and her mom had walked in. Mom had explained what we were doing, and Johnna came with us.
We got to the hospital and mom had said what happened. Their response was “it’s probably not broken or she would be crying.” They took x-rays of my arm, etc. It took awhile to get the results. Mom and I sat in the room waiting. When they finally came in they had said “oh yeah it’s definitely broken.” Mom had carried on a conversation with them as to, how broke is it, what would have to be done to get it fixed...etc. The night went on and we left.
That’s how the story goes. I guess you could just called it “the three little monkeys jumping on a bed” story. Except it was two kids and a collarbone ended up being broke. This day he says he had nothing to do with it. Maybe I have done enough embarrassing/ humiliating/ and hilarious things to him for payback, but hey we are still the best buds we could ever