When I was little I was riding my bike down the dead end road, having fun it was warm outside, but a little chilly because it was fall. I was having fun then all of a sudden I ran over the ball on the road that I didn't see it was the size of a golf ball I fell off my though I broke my arm it hurt so bad I was crying my mom came outside, she took me to the ER and had them take an x-ray of my arm since I thought it was broke I was being way over Dramaic after a few hours of being in the hospital the doctor came back and told us it was just sprained and well, I was still over dramas and told my mom I couldn't do anything and she explained to me on the way home that I could still help around the house because a sprained wrist just meant it was hurt
