Breakage

I was pumped. I was doing things at recess that I hadn’t done for a long time. I was having fun on the playground during lunch. I was remembering that I liked to jump over the slides for fun in third and fourth grade.

 

 

I went inside my house on Wednesday. My dad was not suspecting anything out of the ordinary. I came home and I said to him “Hey dad, my arm is kind of hurting.”

 

“It is!?”

 

“Yeah it is”

 

“Well, what did you do to make it hurt”

 

”I jumped over a slide” I whispered.

 

”You what”

 

I gained up my courage to tell my dad what I did. ”I jumped over a slide”

 

“Oh oh oh no” My dad shook his head from side to side.

 

Dinner was a sad one. We all ate in silence. I barely touched my plate of scrambled eggs with hot dog slices. My sister went to my dad and said “I don’t think I want to go to gymnastics”.

 

“Why” my dad asked.

 

“Well, it’s just because of Ryan coming home with his arm hurting. I don’t feel comfortable doing all of the flips and turns that I normally do with Ryan like this”.

 

“ok” that’s fine

 

“Is it still hurting Ryan?”

 

“Yes”

 

”Well then we’re going to have to go to the doctors”