Matthew's+Memoir

I was sitting on the hard rubber of the playground floor holding my limp arm and crying crying. All the other kids were watching, too afraid to try to come see what was wrong. It was Kindergarten and the teacher had just let us out for recess and my friend and I were chasing each other we ran all the way around the playground. He was crawling onto the climbing structure so I climbed it too. He jumped down, so I looking down and closing my eyes, jumped down after him. When I landed, I heard a snap and I started crying. Crying I tried to tell the teacher what happened.The teacher took me to the school nurse .The nurse put my arm in a splint and called my mom. My mom drove me to a huge hospital. We walked to the emergency roomwhere a friendly receptionist led us to a room where a doctor was waiting. While he got out a roll of something blue, I gazed around the room and noticed that the room had a sink a cabinet a bed and a curtain with another room probably. He wet the roll, and wrapped it tightly aroundmy arm. We all waited for it to dry and then as My mom and I were walking out the door, the doctor called to us,"Come back in a few weeks to change the cast and don't get it wet." So ever since then I have learned to never ever jump off a high place.