Room 132

Darth Vader had just told Luke that he was his father when the fresh stench of cow pie entered the car. We are truly now in farm country. My whole family was crunched in our car waiting to arrive at my aunt Joys house. She lived in Boardman Oregon. We were going there for the Fourth of July. An interesting fourth of July.
It was a beautiful sunny day. My cousins Corey and Kristy and Kristy’s parents came down too. We all met at a nice little cafe. Since it was such a gorgeous day all of us decided that it would be nice to go for a skate around the park. Then we all got out our skates and went on this beautiful trail along the coast. It was a lot of fun because I never go for a skate with my family. We whisked by the ocean water with a gust of wind coming our way that misted on my face feeling so good for a hot sweaty day. My brother Brad does not skate or ride bikes so he was running with us. It was really funny because he got so hot and he took off his shirt and being as pale as he is when my cousin Lee came by he slapped him on the back he left a hand print that seemed to last forever. After a while we started getting tired so we decided to just take one last trail. I thought is was going to be a short one but…well…
I was going up and down and up and down this very dizzy hilly trail. My dog Katie was running alongside me as I was going up and down and up and down. Until she started running in-front of me going from the left to the right. Up and down. Left and right. Up and down. Left and right. My skates were shaking with fear. I was getting annoyed, dizzy I just needed to stop. but I cant. Threes no way that I’m going to just skid my foot across the pavement. I would fall flat on my face. I needed a secure way. Or at least what I thought was secure.
I tried to slow down as best I could by not taking anymore strokes but it wasn’t enough. I needed to stop and I needed to do it now. As slowly and carefully as I could I fell off on to the grass but unfortunately I landed all of my weight on my arm. The pain was enormous. I could feel it tingling all the way up my arm.
My brother Brad quickly ran over as he saw the tears running down my face. He quickly held my head up and talked to me to see what was wrong. “My arm Brad its my arm. it hurts!!!” It felt so good to know that my brother cared. We normally just fought.
Kristy’s dad Bill saw what happened and took me into his car. He felt around my wrist and new it needed to be held up by something. So he found two sticks from the ground and put them on the two sides of my wrist. Then to keep them from rubbing he took two rubber gloves to put between the twigs and my wrist and finally put duck tape all over to keep it together. After a while my hand started to swell. We were just coming back to the little café and I started to cry because it was swelling so much I couldn’t feel my fingers. It hurt so bad! I thought it was going to fall off. Was it broken?
Later that day we went to a fair. For a small community this fair had everything. Elephant ears, scamed games and the usual weird guys roaming around. We also saw a fireman showing his truck. My arm hurt so much that we asked him to look at it. He told us that it looked so bad that we should go to the hospital.
We ended up waiting for 3 hours in the ER. When we finally got in the doctor there showed me a bed to lie down in and gave me a nice warm blanket. I looked up to see all of these tools and weird wires. They were staring at me saying “I want to eat you.” It was so freaky. Then a nurse took about three x-rays. It was kind of funny because right before she gave me x-rays she asked me if I was pregnant. I was only 11.
When I was finally done I looked out the window to see that my dad was sitting in a lawn chair in the parking lot. And even worse he was sleeping! I know it was a nice day and the grass in the parking lot was perfectly green but why did he sleep? It was so embarrassing. I was so glad that I was in a different state. At least he didn’t have his swimsuit on.
As soon as I got back home the doctor made me put on a cast witch I thought was so cool. I even got to picture my own color. And I chose purple.
Looking back on this I realized that this is how I met my best friend. We both went to a 6D camp. One girl there had a purple cast on her leg and I had a purple cast on my arm. We couldn’t do a lot of the activities so we sat out together. That was about 2 years ago and we are still best friends to this day.
So in a way I guess I’m happy. Even though I had to go through all of that pain and embarrassment if I hadn’t then I would have never met my best friend Julie.