One afternoon me and my family were outside my dad was cutting down one tree with his helpers. After they got done I walked on the tree they cut down. Soon I slipped and fell off I was lying on the ground crying. My mom ran to pick me up she said “What is wrong” I said “my wrist was hurting real bad!” I had to wait until the next day to go to the doctor. The next morning I woke up my mom took me to the doctor. He said “Your wrist is broken.” So I had to get a cast on my arm. After a few weeks it was time to take my cast off. I was so happy to get it off, when we returned to the car my mom was happy that I was ok.

My dad was glad to see that I was ok to; when we got home I wanted to practice baseball. As soon as we got home I practiced. This was a good memory for me I never would forget that day.