I was only 8 years old when the family and I were all at church one Sunday. The pastor let us out and all the children and I stumbled outside to play while the adults stay inside and talk about important things. Devin was playing with the pastor’s son while I played on the rails. Then all of the sudden I was on the ground crying and bleeding. DEVIN HAD PUSHED ME DOWN! Everyone came running over and asking if I was ok. I got up and felt straight back to the ground. I had busted my knee and couldn’t get up, so Devin and Tj carried me inside. Mama came dashing over and was asking what had happened. So we had told her and they took me to the hospital. The doctors called me to the back and numbed my knee with this huge needle. I was
