Memoir 1

                It was July 24^th, the day of my sisters birthday and the day of her birthday party. I was about 5 and my sister Jessica was turning 4 years old. We were getting all set up for the party and waiting anxiously for the guests to arrive.

               When they arrived, we played some games and ate pizza and cake, opened presents and were having a good time. It was almost time for our friends to go home but we wanted to play outside on the swing set until they had to leave. Everyone was doing “cool” tricks on the swings like jumping off and spinning. Then it was my turn. I was going to jump off the swing but I somehow I got caught and landed on my hands. I started crying and my mom brought me inside and I had a glass of milk to drink and laid on the couch for a little bit. I continued to cry a little and my mom and dad knew something was wrong.

                My mom brought me to the urgent care clinic where they did some x-rays and determined that I had two broken wrists. The doctor couldn’t believe how brave I was because I hardly cried. A few days later I got a cast on my right arm and a brace on the other. It hurt so bad when they had to move my wrists to get them in the right position before they put the casts on. I was always needing help doing everyday things such as eating, drinking, and going to the bathroom. I had to drink out of a straw most of the time and I needed someone to feed me. I also needed help coloring and doing art projects. Of course it didn’t help that I wrote with my right hand! I had my cast on for about 6 weeks and then need to have a brace on that arm and continue to wear the brace on my other arm. My other sister Megan was only about 6 months old and I loved playing with her and holding her. I was so sad that I wasn’t going to be able to play with Megan or hold her because I had both of my casts on.