Monkey Bars Research Paper

One day in the summer, I was at my brother Austin’s baseball game. At this time, I was going to be going into kindergarten. The baseball game was at East Park, and most of the game I was at the playground. What I was doing was I was trying to climb the monkey bars to the other side. I kept I failing and failing and I should have stopped because I was failing, but I didn’t. I kept doing it until one time I tried climbing the monkey bars. I climbed and fell and when I fell, my body landed on my wrist and I felt an odd pain.
When I got up, a few kids asked me if I was ok. I told them I was ok, but then I cried after a few seconds. I walked over to my parents and told them my wrist hurt. Later that night, my parents said that it would be ok, and