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I was sitting on a shelf. I twisted one arm back. I twisted the other arm back. I got unsteady. I wiggled. I wobbled. I fell off. I walked over to mommy. I said, “ui mom ui, ui, ui, wa, wa, wa - mom I think I broke my arm.”

“Say what? You think you broke your arm?”

“An an yyyes.”

“Does this hurt?”

“Aaaawawawa yyes.”

“Ok you need ice. I will get you some. Settle down. You probably sprained your arm. Let’s watch some TV.”

“Ok. It still hurts.”

“You need the hospital.”

We drove and drove and drove and drove and drove.

I got to the hospital. It looked cool. “Am I gonna get hurt?”

“No. But you will get a cast.”

“Will I get an x-ray?”

“You will get an x-ray. The doctor needs you. Can you come with me?”

“Yes I can. Where are we going?”

“To the x-ray room.”

There were doctors all over the place.

“What does the x-ray room do?”

“It gives you an x-ray. We are here at the x-ray room.”

I am going home but I am not better. I still have a cast. But I can go to school.

The End

[Note: Katherine wrote this story for school and typed most of it by herself. She is seven years old and excited to be blogging for the first time.]