On the year of 2005/06, I was on my Winter Holiday Break here in Kingston, I went skating. Nothing bad happened.... Not! The day I went skating was the 2nd most terrible day of my 13 years of life! I was skating with my brother, but more like chasing him when I fell down awkwardly. I cried and cried and was unable to move! My terrible brother just left me there! My mom was there,but unable to get me, but a nice kind stranger helped me get to the bleachers. My mom called my dad who came to get me and drove me to the hospital. I told him to drive slowly and try to advoid potholes or bumps since I was in serious pain. When I got to the hospital, no bone doctor was working since they were on holidays or left already to examine me. The nurse casted my leg because every move,touch, and un-smooth travel hurted. I waited for 2 days to see my bone doctor. That day I got an x-ray of my leg and who knew taking off a cast could be so SCARY for a first timer. What was worse on top of that, my doctor confirmed that I broken my fibula and tibia! My leg got re-casted and during the middleof January, I got surgery. They put plates to hold my bones together while my bones healed. My relatives and friends were in support for me to get better. I missed alot of school days and did my work at home. Things changed for me alot! Endless hours of movies and T.V. and computer! In 2007, with lots of check-ups to see how my bones healed, my bones finally healed! That may be very happy, but that meant another surgery for the plates to be taken out. The happy part is that after my surgeries, my dad and brother treated me like a princess and mom takes extra care of me! After my cast got taken off, I had to re-learn how to put pressure on my right leg and walk, I was not yet able to run. Year after that I joined track and field with my brother! Now, I'm back to normal.
