Assignment 21 - Beppy Badgett - An Obstacle

The summer before I went into fifth grade was going to be so fun. It was my first summer living in Kentucky, and I really missed all my friends and family in Maryland. On June 13th we took off on a road trip back to Maryland, we planned on staying in a motel that night and arriving at my cousins early on the 14th, my sisters birthday. Everything was going as planned, we arrived closer to 3 pm, but my whole family was so excited it didn't really matter. My aunt has 9 kids, and when we pulled up to their house, I got a hug from each of them. We quickly ran inside and everyone settled down into their various activities, my mom was talking to her sister, my dad was playing ping pong with some of my older cousins in the basement, and my cousin, Ruthie, and I decided to go on a walk. I pulled on my flip flops because i didn't want to take the time to tie my sneakers, they were a little big, but I didn't really care. As we ran to the front door, I suddenly slammed to the ground, I had tripped over the edge of my shoe. I got up, thinking everything was fine, but I was wrong. My sister screamed. "BEPPY, WHATS WRONG WITH YOUR ARM?" I looked down and she was right, my right arm was bent in the shape of an "S". The next few hours went by really quickly, my parents rushed me to the ER, and I woke up with a cast past my elbow and an orange popsicle. It was still my sisters birthday and we had missed almost all of it. I felt terrible, the next day I just sat around sulking. I couldn't draw with chalk, or play baseball with my cousins, I couldn't even brush my teeth. I was right handed and, my right arm was stuck in the shape of an "L". When my dad left to fly back to Kentucky, we took a picture, and I specifically remember hiding my arm behind a flower pot. My life was over, I would never have fun or be able to wear long sleeve shirts again. After I was done throwing my self a pity party, I decided to suck it up and at least try to have fun. I spent 30 minutes trying to brush my teeth with my left hand, and eventually I got it. Next I tried playing baseball, that didn't really work, but I don't like baseball anyway. I learned how to write pretty well with my left hand, and my cast became a good self defense mechanism against my sisters trying to attack me. This obstacle that had seemingly ruined my summer turned out to be the thing that made my summer. It wasn't really that bad, and it left my with a good story to tell. It made me who I am today, a person who can brush their teeth with both hands.