Childhood Memory - The Fractured Wrist

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When I was about 11 years old, I had fractured my right wrist. As my mom had left to the store while I was doing something in the house, and when I found out I ran outside to catch up with her to go too.. and I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and landed on my arm. Of course my mom heard my loud mouth screaming, and came running to me. She brought me into the house, gave me ice, and called the doctors; to see if they wanted her to bring me there or to the hospital. And because I quickly got swollen, they said to go to the hospital. So we did, and I was given a sling and wrap after xrays were done. About a week later, my whole right arm was put into a cast. And was left like that for about 3-6 months (least I don't remember it being longer than that). Which made school work hard to do, especially the writing papers part in Language Arts, being that I'm a righty. Although, my teacher did allow me to use my Great-Grandmothers type writer for homework, as we had a computer but not a printer at the time, but that was still tough to use at times too.. I also had a hard time with taking baths, and getting my hair washed and brushed. So of course my mom had to help with all of that. Plus! Was my arm ever so itchy! So when it came time, I was so happy to finally get that cast off! Although I was also afraid to too. As the saw tool the doctor had kind of freaked me out, thinking it was going to go down to my skin. Which made it hard for him to get the cast off . But he eventually did get it off, and the first thing I did after was shake his hand. And although he said to be careful for now on, as it won't take much to break it again, I thankfully have never hurt my wrist again, or broke any other part of my body at that. Though I'm sure I've come close fooling around with all these crazy kids!