Breaking
My Leg.
By:
Sierra D. Simmons
When
I was about five years young I was playing with my cat Alex. We were
very close to the stair case and all of a sudden the cat jumped and
ran down the stairs after my mom's boyfriend Justin. I tried to run
down them but I tripped and fell. I started tumbling down the stairs,
then when I stopped I was crying a lot. My leg hurt badly, so my
Mommy brought me straight too the hospital. They took x-ray's, and,
when they were done, we found out my leg had gotten broke. They gave
me a choice of colors for the cast that was going on my leg.
I
choose pink.
I
wouldn't let them put the cast on my leg unless they put it on my
doll Molly too. Because I was scared the doctor was going to hurt me.
They did end up putting the cast on Molly. There was one rule: Don't
walk on it, because if you did it wouldn't heel right. The one thing
I always i'd, no matter what my mommy said, was walk on it because
It's hard not to walk on it. When I went to get it off they asked if
I had been walking on it. My mommy answered them and said, “Yes,
she has been walking on it the whole time she had it.” The
doctor looked at me. He kind of looked mad, but he didn't show it.
They
took the cast off me and Molly. When we got home I got a big box of
chocolates. I ate all my chocolates and got sick. When I got all
better my Nana took me to the park. It wasn't fun at all she wouldn't
let me do anything. She was afraid I was going to jump off something
and breake my leg again. I never ended up braking any other bones in
my body after that.
