Ms. Feiner’s Class Blog

                Have you ever broken your arm before? If you did, how did it feel? I’ve broken my arm before! On the first day of school no less! This is the story of how and when I, Julia the Great broke my arm. 

          Well the week before kindergarten, I was riding my bike on the dead-end near my House, and Dear Reader just so you know, I was Very confident of myself because I’d been practicing for a while now.     So, when I got on my bike I was fine. No marks, no bruises, not one skinned knee. I rode down my driveway perfectly fine. So then, I looked back at my dad, and that’s how it all began. I looked at my dad and he looked at me.  “Yay’ Julia, your doing it, Whoa!”  I was wobbling over to the curb. “Uh-oh, Oh-no, Oh-boy, Whoa! Julia’’ my dad yelled. “Are You o-Kay?”      

       My dad came running over to see if I was alright.’’ Look at you’’ he said. By now My arm was really hurting. It was crushed against the curb against me and on top of it all, like that wasn’t enough, my bike fell on top of all of us.      My dad carried me home in one arm and my bike in the other. When we got home, he iced my arm and called my mom. I could barely hear her on the phone.     Then he came into the living room and said c’mon lets go.  Where to? I asked.  Before he could answer my question, My mom came in the door. The first thing she said was ‘’Julia, honey, are you okay?’’        

      Mom, Dad, Me, and my little brother Jake (who was sleeping in his crib the whole time) went to the hospital.  So while we were there, my mom came in the room were I was, and my dad left with Jake. Here came the doctor. He took mom and me to a dark room. He lay me on a bed with a machine on top. He told me I was going to get an X- ray.   After the X-Ray, he told my mom some grown-up stuff I didn’t understand. I think it meant  I had broke my  arm.

       The next day we went to a large building called   X-ARM. I got a bright pink cast from my fingers to my shoulder. Also I got a  big blue sling.  That was it. The whole darn juicy thing.   Today when I think about it, It’s not such a big deal. 

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