In first grade, I went to Brown Elementary. At recess I would always go on the bubble. The bubble was a dome shaped climbing structure with hexagons to make up the bubble. The bubble had been there for many years before, so the gray is hardly not there anymore it’s more of a little gray and a lot of the rusty red color. I would always climb on the bubble at recess.
One day at recess, I climbed all the way to the top just like I always did, and I looked all around me at the kids playing on the playground. They were all laughing and running around having fun. I wonder when it will be time to go back inside? I thought. Just then a loud noise filled the playground. “TWEEEEEEEET!!” The whistle blew letting us kids now it was time to go back to our classrooms. I have gotten done many times before and I always knew what I was doing. I climbed through the hexagon hole at the top and hung there. Then I started climbing down like how you would on the monkey bars. I was still a ways at the top when suddenly my left arm gave out so I was only hanging there with my right arm. but when I tried to swing my left arm back up my right arm let go.
I was falling then all of the sudden I hit the ground landing right on my right arm. All of the sudden, I blacked out. When I woke up I didn’t know what was going on. All I knew was my right arm hurt really bad. I looked up and a few yards away was a kid in my grade. He must’ve watched me fall because everybody else was lined up. We were the only ones on the playground. “Go tell the teacher,” I whispered hoarsely, in pain. What I meant by go tell the teacher was go get help but I didn’t say that. He didn’t say anything he just ran off. I should get up he’s probably not going to come back, I thought. To get out you had to crawl through one of the hexagon holes. I could barely even get to my hands and knees but once I did, I could only crawl with one arm. Once I got out I had to use the bubble to help me stand up. I started out walking slowly I had to keep my balance. I was so dizzy, I felt like I was going in circles while was walking. I had just made it on time to go back inside before they closed the doors.
The rest of the day, my arm wouldn’t stop hurting. It throbbed in so much pain. When school was done, I couldn’t wait to be picked up. My mom was sitting at a table, in the cafeteria where the kids wait to be picked up on one half and the parents wait for their kids to come. The tan floor squeaked under my feet. “Mom I think we need to go to the hospital,” I said, quietly. “What did you say, Kaleia??” My mom asked.
“I said, ‘I think we need to go to the hospital’,” I said a little louder. My head was hanging down. We were still sitting at the table my mom was at. “Why??” She asked. “My arm hurts REALLY bad,” I told her. Then I started crying because I couldn’t keep the tears back. I was waiting to start crying forever. “What happened to your arm?” She said, putting her arm around me. “I fell of the bubble at recess,” I told my mom, after a while. “Well, tell you what, you and your dad can go to the hospital tonight after we’re done eating,” She told me, “ But for now let’s go home,” “ MY ARM HURTS REALLY BAD!!” I cried out in pain.
“ Well, if it hurts that bad we will use that black brace for now,” She said. “You know, the one Olivia used when she sprained her arm. But for now let’s go home.”
Finally, when we got home, we made our dinner. When my dad came home we ate. During dinner, my mom and dad made me tell what happened. I told everyone, my dad, my mom, my sister Julia, and my other sister Olivia.
“Can we put on that brace now??” I asked. “No me and your dad talked and we decided that you are just going to bring it to the hospital and see if it is broken or sprained.” My mom said. “Now you and your dad better get going. I called and they said to get there at 6:00 and it’s 5:40.” “Ok Kaleia, your mom’s right we should get going,” my dad called from the hallway, where he was getting the black brace from the hallway closet. “Get in the car, I’ll be out soon,” Once he got in the car we headed off.
When we got there a friendly nurse with brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail with beautiful blue sparkling eyes called us back . We went into the room and the nurses assistant was already in the room she had blonde hair that was in a messy bun she had brown glasses on with hazel eyes. The room that we were in was the X-ray room. The assistant placed a very heavy, navy blue bib on me. “This makes sure only your arm is in the picture and nothing else,” She told me calmly. My dad was in a chair off to the side of the room watching. They took a couple pictures of my arm. Then they finally took that huge, heavy bib off and I felt so much better. “We are going to look at the pictures. We’ll let you know what happened to Kaleia’s arm when we get back,” The nurse said. They went off and left us alone.
“When will they get back?” I asked, “It’s been ten million years,” I said waiting impatiently. “They are going to be coming back soon,” My dad said starting to sound bored of answering the same question over and over and over. Finally they came back with the pictures in my hand. “Eric, could we talk with you about the pictures for a minute?” The nurse asked. My dad got up and they all went out of the room, leaving me in pain. I was a little nervous to hear what they were going to say when they all came back in. “You do need to wear that brace for 6 weeks, Kaleia. The pictures show you sprained your arm,” The assistant said handing me the pictures. The pictures showed me my arm was a little cracked but it was sprained, not broken. As gently as she could, the assistant put on my black, velcro brace. “Owwwwwwww!!” I wailed in pain she accidently pushed too hard on my arm. “Oopsy,” She giggled politely, “Sorry.”
Once she finally put on the brace and we checked out of the hospital we got to go home. “So, you fractured your arm?” My mom said since she still couldn’t believe it. “Well, I did land right on top of my right arm,” I said. I had to wear that brace 6 weeks straight. Then after a couple weeks, I realized I learned a lesson. My lesson I learned that you have to be careful of what you’re doing and consider what might happen if you try something new, but that doesn’t mean you can’t try anything. You just take chances and find out what happens. That lesson I learned I lived by. I have never broken, sprained, or fractured anything since then, 5 years ago.
