I'm currently at training!! Woo! Hopefully I'm having a great time and not being awkward! That would be stupendous...Since I'm away at camp and have no access to wifi or computers these posts (hopefully) are on a schedule and should post for me while I'm away! Hope you're having a good weekend!
Memory #117
I'm going to start this camp theme with my very first broken bone story! Out of my entire family I am proud to say that I'm the only member who has ever broken a bone. Shocker? Probably not if you've ever met me. In fact I have officially broken three bones and unofficially broken my pinky toe about 10 times or more...but that will be for another day. This story is how I broke my arm. One nice and sunny day my mom sent me out to our background to play on my playground. I remember playing out there for at least an hour before I decided to practice the brand new craze that had been going around my kindergarten. What was this new craze? You know, walking down a slide...that's meant to be sat on...you know normal typical things. (Seriously where do kids come up with these things?!) So anyways there I am slowly walking down the slide, feeling all confident and cool (because what's cooler than walking down a slide? Nothing. duh) and then all of sudden I lost my balance and my body decided to test out gravity and slammed against the earth.
I remember at first just feeling shock and then the realization that my arm was hurting came so at first I just laid there and cried...and then I finally stood up to make my way to our back door but there was an obstacle...our deck's gate. Without the use of my right hand I couldn't open it, so I decided the best option was to just stand there and scream until my mother came to rescue me. When my mom came bursting out those door, relief flushed over me instantly. She quickly opened the gate and basically dragged me out to her car, no questions asked. I remember when they started the process of putting on my cast, I was dreading it but my mom got super pumped and started showing me all of the colors I could put on my cast (Because moms rock) we finally picked out a rainbow one because...why not? My mom was also the first one to sign me cast. Then came the next obstacle. School, especially since my right hand was constricted by a cast. I had a hard time opening markers and usually ended up opening them with my mouth which ultimately ended up with no one wanting to share their markers with me (Go figure, no one wants to share with the girl who bites their markers) I remember being really bummed out by this but one day I came home from school and my mom had bought me a brand new super deluxe pack of markers. Which is pretty exciting, especially for a kindergartner.
Love always,
Erin
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