Personal Narrative: Growing Up With Broken Bone

There were some sad days for me when I was growing up. Because I was born with a handicap that's what they called it in my day. I was born with a club foot, which meant the bone in my right leg was broken during the time my mother carried me. And the doctors had to do surgery on me when I was 10 months old. I was told that the doctors had to fix the broken bone in my right leg. I still have the scar. As I begin to walk, I walked on my toes. I walked this way until the second surgery when I was about 6 or 7 years old. This started the process to correct my right foot. The surgery was successful. I was able to put my foot down a little bit more since birth. I was still able to go outside and play.
By the third surgery, I was 9 years old. I