My Accident Story

Brave with a Giant Pair of Lungs.

February 2019

Zara

I am learning to entertain my audience through a recount.

Boredom is one of my worst fears and it was happening to me one afternoon after school. It was just me, alone sitting on top of the monkey bars. It was the 29th of October and I had no hope that I was ever going to find someone to play with in the playground. But then in the distance I saw Maggie running down the long, steep hill, past the monkey bars and tall towers. When she finally got to me, we found a bright yellow ball with a purple nike symbol that gave me an idea…

We picked up the ball and started shooting some hoops on the tallest monkey bars that were at the playground, “She shoots..” Oh the look on her face… “She scores!” After a while this game got boring. I thought to myself what could we possibly do. ‘Hey I’m going to do my best move on the monkey bars, I am going to jump across to the second bar, missing out the first.

I jumped but as I jumped for the second bar I suddenly had the fear that Maggie might try and shoot again while I was missing out the first as I was in mid air. My concentration was elsewhere as my first hand grazed over the bar, not enough to grip onto the bar... noooo! I fell I had to think fast as I could as I was about to land on my back. My arm reached out to brace my fall, like I wanted to lean on it. My arm hitting the ground, my weight falling down behind me onto my arm. Looking at the shape of arm, which was rather weird and a squiggle. I screamed at the top of my lungs and everybody's attention was drawn to my beautiful face (except for the boys on the field who don’t care about me). Josie’s mum, Maggie’s mum, my au pair all came running as fast as they could to get to me.

Maggie’s mum dialed the White Cross, Josie’s mum was looking after me and my au-pair was calling my mum. I got into Josie’s car and off we went to the White Cross. “Ahhhhhhh the pain, it huuuuurts,” screaming loudly. Screaming and screaming with pain as we arrived at the doctors. Then with a sigh of relief the best thing that could have happened at the moment happened. My mum came in. She told me that she could hear me all the way from the waiting room. I went for an X-ray and they told me my arm was broken but is was too much of a break for the White Cross to deal with so I had to go to the hospital, Starship.

That night I got home at 7:00, I was so tired, I couldn’t eat food and I threw up the popsicle my parents had given me for being brave. Brave with a giant pair of lungs that is.