Personal Narrative-Throttle

I was having one of those I-don’t-want-to-tumble kind of days. I was at tumbling class at my cheer gym, Pride of Illinois, in Collinsville. Tumbling class started at 6:30 and we started off on a white blow-up tumble track. I was waiting in line to take my turn. It was finally my turn and I did a back handspring, toe touch, front tuck all connected, but when I did my toe touch my ankles rolled in and I fell down. I was in so much pain that I felt like I was dying. I figured I broke my ankle because I heard my ankle snap. It snapped like a piece of celery getting snapped in half. My tumbling coach took my shoe off so he could look at my ankle. Once he took it off, he knew it was broken. He wrapped a bag of ice onto my ankle to keep the swelling