Personal Narrative-It's Time To Break A Bone

The first time I broke a bone I was seven years old. I was out back riding behind my house on a little KTM 50. I can still hear the sound of it, similar to a high pitched scream when you whacked the throttle. As I went rounding a wet, sticky corner that day, my bikes rear tire slipped out. Before I had time to react, I was completely sideways. Next thing I knew, I was flying through the air awaiting impact. Finally, after what felt like seconds in the air, I came to a brutal landing on my right elbow. Once I sat up, I could tell my elbow was aching, but having fallen plenty of times in the past, I did not think much of it. So I hopped back on my bike and rode up to the house. Upon arriving in my driveway, I was greeted by my worried mom, who between my softball size elbow and badly road rashed arm, became a nascar driver on the way to the emergency room. Pulling into the parking lot there, is when the true pain in my elbow appeared. My heart rate had finally dropped and my adrenaline had drained, all that was left was pain, and boy did it hurt. Tears began to stream down my dust …show more content…
The doctor said I needed a cast. Seeing how it was summer time, the cast was coming as a real bummer. I decided to get an orange cast striped with black, similar to my dirtbike colors. I spent the summer in the cast. The worst part about the whole thing is how terrible it smelt, I would go swimming with my cast, and it was not waterproof, at one time I believe my mom emptied a whole can of air freshener into the now dirt covered thing. Before the summer was out, my dad had already bought me a new bike. It was a KTM 65sx and the first time I ever rode it was with that cast on. My mom all but strangled my dad for letting me ride while my cast was still on. Between that and learning to work the clutch on it at first, which had me breaking down in tears from frustration, my first experiences on my new bike were