One of my favorite memories from when I was sick was the time that I broke my arm. Even though it was not a good time it is still a good memory of mine. I was in first grade and I was hanging from a bar on the playground. My pants were slippery but I hung up side down anyways. My pants slipped and fell back on my butt. I was about fall over so I put my hands back behind me. That was not a big decision because my wrists bent back way to far than they're supposed to. Right after that the whistle blew signalizing and that it was time to come in. My teacher took me to the Gym teacher and she said that it was probably broken so we called my mom and she took me to the the doctor, they said it was broken.
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