Personal Narrative: My First Shirt Bike

When I was 7 years old I got my first dirt bike little did I know this was gonna lead to some pain. When I was 9 years old I was minding my own business riding my dirt bike when I hit a tree stump and flew off into a barbwire fence.
I stood up and my arm hurt so bad and I tried to lift it up but it fell straight back down. I had to get home so I had to walk to get to my house. I walked in the house and said “mom there’s something wrong with my arm.” She looked at it and told my dad we would have to go to the hospital. When I got there they cut the arm part of my shirt open and tested me. The doctor came to my room and said “your arm is broken in 2 places and your collarbone is broken.” I was so mad and sad, I got to pick my cast color though and it was orange.
My helmet broke in half and my shirt was cut from the doctor. When I got home my mom said “you won’t be going to school for about 3 weeks or until your collarbone heals.” I was glad about that but I was gonna miss my friends. Also my mom had to wipe my butt and I had to sleep sitting up. The first thing my dad said to me when we got home was “Kylee the doctor said you may never be able to ride a dirt bike again because your break was so severe.” I was so scared dirt biking was my favorite thing to do at that age.
3 weeks went by and I got my sling off, I was so happy. I went back to school and all of my friends signed my cast and wanted me to tell them the story of what happened. 4th graders were interested in the weirdest things I swear. My teacher told me “Kylee you someone will be coming into class and helping you with your work.” It was my left arm that I broke but I still needed some help