One
of my favorite activities is riding my bike in front of my house. One day when
I was practicing riding really slowly, I suddenly started tipping. My mom was watching and began yelling, “Put
your foot down!” Thud! I hit my shoulder
on the side walk and my wrist on the asphalt. My wrist hurt a lot so I went to Banner Desert
Hospital
Early Monday morning, my mom called the bone
doctor’s office, and they fit me into the schedule right away. The waiting room
was very cold which made me slightly nervous.
They took me into the exam room, pulled up the x-rays from the hospital,
and told me I broke my wrist and needed a cast. It was hard to choose which
color, but I chose a dark purple. They
encased my arm in the hot fiberglass.
After weeks of wearing the cast and getting many silver
signatures, I went back to the orthopaedic surgeon to get my cast off. I saw the tool they used to remove the cast. It was a saw with ferocious teeth like a
shark’s jaws. I thought it was going to
hurt me, but it didn’t hurt. It didn’t
even touch me. I thought I could ride my
bike now, but not yet. It was
disappointing that I couldn’t ride my bike for a few more weeks.
Second Autobiographical Incident
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