“Her arm is broken”, were the last words that I could recollect later that day. That day that continued to replay in my mind. That day that I will never forget. That day, I stood unstable on the trampoline. The golden sunlight greeted me as it poured into the backyard, shielding me with a welcoming hug of warmth against the breeze running past my back. “This is the perfect day to jump on the trampoline.” I judged, pleased as a broad grin steadily emerged on my face. “Who wants to play popcorn?” my sister, Jaslyn, suggested. “Me!” my brother, Aman, exclaimed as he simultaneously threw his hand up in response. “Okay.” I added nonchalantly. I settled down in the middle of the bouncy surface with no speculations …show more content…
“Ready, one, two....” they began. Abruptly, I was lifted into the air. With the refreshing wind that slammed my face, a surge of exhilaration entered my body. Following that, I returned back to my bottom, landing as gentle as a feather would. “Whoohoo!” I unleashed a spontaneous roar. What could go wrong? “Again!” I challenged. Jaslyn and Aman exchanged glances and shrugged, continuing to jump more vigorously. Consequently, this thrill quickly faded as I shot up roughly like a bullet, harshly cutting through the air. Failing to grasp control over myself, everything was a blur and it seemed as though time had taken a halt. Containing the fear inside of me, I closed my eyes, reluctant to open them. Unsettled, my stomach was uneasy, my body stiffened, and numbness reached my fingertips. I clenched my hands together in a fist, knuckles white, with sweat flooding through my palms. CRACK! Thrashing forward, I landed on my arm and tried to reject the sharp pain that had just struck. As a result, there was a horrid ringing in my ear that drowned the sound of my surroundings except the rapid beat of my heart. It resembled the ugly screech of someone
At that time, I felt like a rookie sky diver preparing for his first plunge. The cabin door opens to reveal the extreme distance of his fall, which leads to either sheer excitement or eventual death. The naivete that sheltered his fear disappears at the sudden reality of the moment. By then, of course, it is much too late to turn back. The very thought that this was his idea seems absurd to him, and he feels like the only person on the face of the planet. And so he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and
from under me. I fell and my leg twisted under me, my head hitting something hard.
with it. It was like I was going to meet my death or something. I
Then something wispy light touched my foot and I lost it. I jerked and started twisting, kicking, and generally flailing about. The airy creature slid up my leg with ease while I screamed my head off.
everything began to appear as a misty haze. The last thing I remember is hitting my head off of
I fell. This felt like I didn’t have a wrist. But I got back up really carefully and went up to the lounge to my dad and sister. Ah, Ah, Dad I think I broke my wrist. No you didn’t. It was swelling up, It hurt so bad I couldn’t even believe this was happening.
I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.
Then the clang of a horseshoe on metal snapped me back into reality. Then a chorus of cheers and I said "Somebody made a ringer."
I relaxed on my deck outside, basking in the streams of sunshine and sticky humid air.
It was a beautiful day out. The air was crisp, but the sun was warm against my skin. It was a muddier barn then
Once I was sure I was deep enough, I stopped. Leaning against a tree , trying to catch my breath. Then I started to cry. Sliding down against the tree with my back until I was on the floor.
The fresh air flushed into my lungs, as I took a deep breath of the soothing, calm air…
the bed that held me, and the window-shade at my head was flapping softly in a warm
I could feel the blood pounding in my chest. Blackness crept into the fringes of my vision. My voice was hoarse from screaming; I didn’t remember screaming though.
in a long breath of air in order to calm myself down. I had run up the