I was nine years old. I always rode my bike, I loved my bike. When me and my friends played we rode our bikes. Being outside was fun, especially with friends. Sometimes we would  make plans in the cafeteria to go to the back of the school when it was over. Behind the school there was a huge court that we could play up and down on. But there were some bumps around the area. Football was the main sport we played behind the school, or we just rode our bike around, that's what we did this time, rode our bike across the black top, maybe not a good Idea.

 But this time when we arrived at the blacktop We were riding our bikes of course, I was riding the fastest, so that's dangerous, But my iq was about 72 ¼ of a quarter. It's about 74 now but that's a big difference, so I'm smarter. Anyways back to the story. We were riding fast , leaving streaks on the blacktop. We rode over the bumps but avoided the big ones. I didn't because like I mentioned earlier my Iq was 72 ¼ of a quarter. Anyways I wasn’t smart, I love riding over the bumps, I could pop a wheelie on the bump and go high in the air. This time I didn’t go so high, I ended up going into the ground. After I did I immediately felt pain. You could hear the cracking of my finger, it was louder than a back crack. Of course I squeezed my fist in pain, grunting as loud as I could, blood dripping from my finger, there was a little tiny poodle of blood on the concrete. The pain was quite umbarabel, the amount of tears I was holding back was insane.

My friends didn't really care because we always get hurt, so they figured I was fine, but they noticed that My friend where like an inch out of place, so they rushed over. I think we all realized that my finger’s were a goner. They were red, bleeding, croket, and even purple in some areas. Dem bois was done. Soon after I called my mom and for some reason she yelled at me because I said it hurts, I still don’t know why she did that. But she came and picked me up from the school and had a grumpy look on her face, while mine was red and scared because my fingers are out of place and super red. She went back to our house and just sat down on the coach and didn't say anything, I just got a drink of water and sat at the kitchen table on my phone, weird cramps kept forming all around my wrist and fingers, that when I started to cry it actual hurt more than the impact, I was surprised I didn't start bawling my eyes out, the pain was different, it hurt. I told my mom and she said “quit crying, you're such a baby” , I was shocked, like do you not see my finger’s right now. After Minutes of winning my mom finally made a phone call to the hospital. She didn't want to go because my little brother was just born and there were a lot of ill people there. So she had an attitude because she didn't want my brother to become sick himself. 

When we arrived at the hospital there were many sick patients as expected, this was all at the start of COVID 19, so maybe a lot of people had caught it. We stayed in the back of the seating where nobody was for our own safety. We were soon called to move to a different part of the building but still had to wait. After about 30 minutes of sitting, we finally got called to a room where they did a scan and “broke” the news to us that my fingers were broken. It was no surprise to me but it was for my mom, I don't know why she was so surprised, like my fingers are an inch out of place.Our doctor escorted us to a room where the other doctor put my finger back in place and gave me a cast.