It all started on a hot summer day; I was at my best friend Christy’s house in Menno. We were planning on going to my house here in Mission Hill. It was 1 o’clock in the afternoon when we finally got to my house. We planned out what we all were going to do that day. We were going to eat, then go on a long bike ride like we always do.

    We ate a great meal that my mom made of hamburgers and hotdogs. It also included lots of lemonade and Popsicles. Since we ate such a big meal, we decided that our biking trip would have to wait awhile. While we waited, we played with my cats and dogs. It was a lot of fun. We waited about two hours before we decided to go on our bike trip.

    Christy and I enjoy each other’s company and can bike miles before we get tired. We usually bike east, but this time we decided to see how far west we could go. It was lots of fun. We were gone for about two hours before we came home to refill our waters, sit for a bit, and then go again. We filled our water bottles and were exhausted from the heat, so we sat in the house in front of the air conditioners and cooled off.

    By the time we were ready to go again, it was dark, so my mom said that we could only bike on our driveway. We were upset about it, but we listened to her rules. We were riding, and since my driveway isn’t that fun to bike on, we decided to make it more fun. We were swerving our tires and riding without hands. It was loads of fun until I lost control and hit my little brother’s bike, flying over it and landing on my arm. The only sound I heard was the bone cracking in my arm. I started screaming and yelling. my arm was bent in the middle. I ran to my mom. My hand was swelling. She just looked at it and almost fainted.

    Since my mom was in a state where she couldn’t drive, we had my dad rush me to the ER. I have been in the ER many times, so a lot of the nurses know me. My dad filled out the forms, and I got a lot of x-rays. The ways they have to put your arm hurts more than breaking it. After all that, the doctor came in and said that I was going to go into surgery so that they could straighten my arm.

    They put me under and did what they needed to do to my arm. When I woke up, I was in the recovery room listening to the doctors tell me that I was lucky that they resuscitated me. Not the way that anyone wants to wake up from surgery. Since I did almost die, they had to keep me in the hospital over night. I actually stayed in there three nights.

                  The first night they put another bed in my room, and Christy stayed with me just so that we could still talk all night. It was actually okay since she did spend the night with me. The next day though, just because she had to go home, and she knew I was going to be lonely, she bought me a floppy dog, that I still have today, just to make sure that I had something with me. She has and will always be my best friend.