Hannah Tyler

       The roads were covered with snow, the fireplace was on and my mom was watching HGTV. My sister and her friend were on the computer, and my dad was sleeping because had been working 18 hours plowing the snow in Salem. I was playing with my Barbies and thought it’d be a good idea to climb the back of our couch with them in my hand. In the process of trying to climb and hold them I fell backwards, hitting the floor with a big “bang.”

          My mom got up really fast to see if I was okay. It didn’t hurt at all for some reason. I remember mom saying “Michael, come here I think Hannah broke her arm!” My Mom picked me up and carried me to their room. “She didn’t break her arm” my Dad said with his eyes closed.  When he opened his eyes he was shocked to see my bone was really was broken.

        As fast as we could, we got in the car and were gone like a Cheetah. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the roads were like a Winter Wonderland. The mini van was a good car until you need to get to the emergency room and you live on a mountain and it’s snowing. On the way there I was worried that I would have to get a shot. I had a broken arm and I was worried about that… My mom promised me that I wouldn’t have to get a shot to calm me down.

 

        Little did she know, when we finally got to the hospital they said I’d have to get a SHOT to numb my arm so they could set it back in place. I refused to get it. The doctor said that it would hurt to set my arm back. I didn’t care as long as I didn’t get a shot. They set my arm back and all that I said was “OUCHY,” no tears at all. I ended up getting a cast, my arm healed back to normal. Now I am over dramatic about the littlest things, which is funny looking back. I was one tough kid.