The Big "Trip"
I was running in the campsite where my boy scout troop was camping in when I tripped on a rope. Before I knew it I was on the ground screaming in pain with my arm feeling like it was on fire. After I tripped, my arm hurt every time I tried to move it. My fellow campers said that I was being over dramatic, but my friend, was the only one (besides my dad of course,) who thought that I was really hurt. In order to stop my self from screaming in pain every time I moved my arm, I decided to not use my arm and let it lie on the side of my body, limp.
After the camp out, me and my mom went to a place to get my arm checked out. It turns out I had fractured the growth plate in my elbow forcing me to wear a cast for 3 weeks. As I recovered I promised myself to be careful around both campsites and ropes. I also told myself that if I had a feeling that an injury was serious to go to someone I trust or someone who is most qualified to address an injury. I also made sure to brush up on some more first aid so I wouldn't make the same mistakes my fellow campers made.
Now that my arm is healed, I am more cautious than I was before and I always make sure I am being safe and responsible. I don't do activities or dares or anything that has a high possibility of me seriously injuring myself unless I am confident that I can do it. I know not to go running at night in a campsite full of stakes and ropes. I had a "Life-changing trip".
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