The Summer I Broke My Ankle

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The Summer I Broke My Ankle

Submitted: May 09, 2017

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Submitted: May 09, 2017

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I remember last summer pretty well, it started out great. My summer of 2016 was full of pool parties, bonfires, friends and unfortunately…a broken ankle. Now, I’m a very agile person- hence I’ve been dancing since I was 5. I always thought if I were to break a bone it would be from landing my jeté wrong or something, but never did I think I would break a bone rolling on a skateboard at 0.2 miles per hour. So, here’s how the start of an interesting summer all went down. I remember me and all 5 of my brothers were outside- it was a beautiful day, June 25th.  For some odd reason I thought it would be a great idea to go inside and grab a skateboard I had seen shoved under my brother’s bed a few weeks ago. When I grabbed the skateboard my mother walked in like she knew I was up to no good. She looked at me- and then the skateboard…she said to me “You’re not riding that right?” she had a knowing look in her eyes. I, of course lied and said “who me? No of course not”

Once outside again, my brothers were all laying on the skateboard and rolling down the street, but no one actually stood on it. Because none of us could actually skateboard. After about 20 minutes, I decided “hey, let’s try to actually skateboard” so…I got on. All 5 brother surrounded me, watching closely as I inched little by little. Finally I got just a tad bit of speed and my youngest brother of 5…Pushed me. The fall wasn’t that bad at all. It was how I landed, my left foot twisted inward to the left and all of my body weight landed on it. CRACK—SCREAMS.

I have never been in so much pain in my whole entire childhood life. I screamed so loud I’m pretty sure a fly in Canada heard me. My foot swelled immediately and my eldest brother of 17 ran in the house to get my parents. My mom ran out, ran down the steps to where I was lying in my own tears in the middle of the road and said “mhmm…I thought you weren’t going to ride it?” and that folks is when I learned 2 things. 1. 99.9 times out of 10 when your parents don’t want you to do somethings, it’s because they don’t want to drive to the hospital. And 2. Younger brothers can be jerks.


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