The Injuries

It was my sixth grade year, when I got injuried. It was during spring break, and I was at a friend's house, and we were jumping on the trampoline. We decided to wrestle, and you now how boys are we it comes to wrestling, we want to show off our strength. Everything was going alright in the beginning, and then all of sudden, my friend grabbed me and threw me down. I blanked out, and when I regain consciousness, I had a busted head, and my right wrist was broken. I thought I was about to die, because I never seen that much blood just gushing out me. My friend's yelled for our dad's to come up, because they were in the backyard. They came running up, and asked what had happen,and we told them that we were wrestling. They didn't say anything, because they knew that's how boys play, it was just a freak accident in the end. So they rushed me to the ER, which is about 10 minutes away. When we got there, the er staff took me right in, and fixed me up. When they finished, they told me not to go into the field of wrestling. Just a little er humor. Over the weeks, my injuries were healing, and doing well. I will never forget this, neither will my friend, because he always use it against me when I try to wrestle around with him . He says, " you know you don't want none of this, I've already did you in one time," in a humorous way, he'd say