I know what you're thinking. You think that I probably did something really bad, something that people don't want to think about until it happens. Well, you're right, to a certain degree, but this subject refers more to an injury, an injury which changed my life.
I had just gotten home from school that day, eager to dress for dance and eat a snack, so that I could go jump on my trampoline. It was a Thursday, March 26, 2009. My big sister Cynthia and her boyfriend, Thomas, both all the way from Germany were visiting for the first time in 20 years, much before I was born. My best friend Ashley, plus my sisters Lily and Annie were there to. They were all gathered outside eating small hotdogs, while I had escaped to the trampoline where I could jump all by myself. My dad was at work. My mom was inside.
In a hurry to get on the trampoline I skipped snack, and for the rest of my life, though I had not known it then, I would come to regret this decision. Now you're thinking, that's dumb. Well it's not.
"Hey Ash, look over here, I'm doin' the Soulja Boy!"
By now, all but my mom, who was still inside, were watching me. As I goofed around the trampoline, I failed to notice the slippery, wet patch from the previous night's storm. It all happened so fast.
Right before I slipped, I met Cynthia's eyes. Something in them seemed wrong.
What was that REALLY loud popping sound? I asked myself. I realized after, when the pain hit. I don't really remember way it felt, or the screaming. It took me 60 seconds to break out of the hysteria, tears streaming down my face, and my sisters running to get my mom. My sister, being German could only stand there watching me. And I couldn't breathe. My leg…
I thought to myself, I'll be going back to dance next week, right? After all it can't be too bad can it? Part of this thought was delusion from the pain, and part of it was that I had never broken a bone before. How optimistic.