It was a beautiful Saturday in Texas, until the unexpected happened.
My friends and I were playing on her little brothers mini motorcycle. It looked so fun, so easy. I was ready I had my helmet on and I was ready to go. They got off and it was finally my turn. I whipped my leg over the seat and my hand was pressed down on the oddly shaped break. I released the break and the tires rolled on the muddy grass. My head was spinning, I couldn’t budge the handle bars. I came closer and closer to a giant puddle. Frantically my hand searched for the break, pushing down on anything to make the bike stop. I couldn’t though. Milliseconds later I found my self falling-feeling the muffler rub against my knee. I was down. Somebody pinch me I was thinking to myself, it’s just a bad dream. But no it was all real. My friends bolted over to me while I scrambled to get the bike off of me. I looked down to see the damage.
My knee.
I sat there for a second in shock. I had just been burned, and it wasn’t going away so easy.
Oh No!
My Puppy
I had a black morkie poo, her name was Ellie. She was everything you could ever ask for in a pet. She was sweet, she was playful, she was cuddly, she was like my child, but one day-new years eve 2009-Ellie got very sick. My family and I had to rush her to the hospital. When we got there she was immediately put on an IV. She was wrapped in billions of blankets because she was as cold as ice. As my parents filled out paperwork my sister and I stayed in the waiting room where I cried my eyes out. I was so scared that Ellie was gonna die. She stayed for several days, and everyday me and my dad would go see her. It broke my heart to see my little baby laying there not eating or drinking or doing ANYTHING. Over about 2-3 weeks she fully recovered and got to come home.