Narrative Essay
The Time I Broke My Wrist
When I was 11 I broke my wrist. I broke it when I was at my grandparent's house. I was playing around on the rails outside their house. I was walking on a really slim rail that was slanted and had water on it from the rain . My grandpa said,"Don't do that or you are going to break your wrist." I should've listened, but I didn't. A couple of minutes later I slipped and fell onto the cement. My wrist twisted and folded back. I got up and ran. I ran into my grandma and she asked what was wrong. I just went to a bench and sat there almost passing out. My grandma took me inside and said I had just sprained it but I knew I had broke it. When I got