When I was in 1st grade, I broke my arm. You may ask “How?” just read and learn. It was break time, and me and my friends decided to play a game. The game was going to be like this: First we will go to a random stair, and we will hold hands and we have to go down the stairs at the same time.

It was simple. When we were going down the stairs, I tripped! I fell on my arm. After that the bell rang but I couldn’t move! After a few minutes there was no one at the hall. I was crying so hard. Then a teacher saw me, and she took me to the nurse and the nurse called my mum. We went to the doctor and the doctor told that my hand was broken! Luckily my right hand was broken, and I am left-handed.  After 1 month we went to the doctor again. The doctor was going to remove the plaster with a special knife. When I saw the knife, I started a chaos. I started screaming + crying + shouting. Then I relaxed and let the doctor remove it.