Broken Leg

         It all started out the summer before second grade.  It was a hot summer day, my brother Cody and I were hanging out and I have a thing for getting a rise out of people who are easily aggravated.  On that day I found out that I was pretty good at it too.  My brother was just sitting there doing nothing. 

So I got a good idea to run into him and said we were playing bike tag.  After a while I got him mad enough to the point where he decided to play my game.  He was it and we took off.  All the sudden I had to make a quick right and turn around the lawn mower. 

But sadly I didn’t make the right turn.  My brother hit my back wheel, causing me to spin out and fall on the ground.  I lay on the ground and told Cody that I broke my leg, but he didn’t believe me.  So after I didn’t get off the ground for a while, Cody finally went and got dad.  But, of course, with my luck dad didn’t believe I broke my leg either.  So dad left me outside until it got dark out. 

Then, I told dad that I either needed a pillow or for him to bring me into the house before wild dogs eat me.  He chose to bring me inside the house.  The next morning he brought me into the hospital and the whole way home all he heard was, “I told you so!  Ha-ha.”  I spent the next month learning how to ride wheelies in my wheel chair and watching Spongebob.  Next, I got that cast cut off wich really tickles when they saw it off. 

Then they put another cast on for about a half a month and I got to wear that one during second grade.  With that cast I could kick a soccer ball the length of the field and when we played kickball I could get it all the way out to Dunnick’s drive way. 

I even wore a whole through the bottom of that cast.  When they cut that cast off they found pennies, pencils and even a toy army man.  I wanted to keep the cast but my mom said no way.