The Scooter Accident
The day seems like a giant blur to me. I remember my friends and I were playing outside and the day was reaching an end. For me, it was the end of 1st grade. My sister went back to our house on her scooter to get something. For her it was the end of 2nd grade. She was going pretty fast and the next thing I see is her scooter flipping over a crack and her landing face-first on the hard cement sidewalk. I thought it looked pretty painful, so I rushed over to see what kind of condition she was in. Before I could get to her, she rushed into our house sobbing. I said bye to my friends and went chasing after her. When I got inside I found out it was, indeed, painful. She had hit her mouth against the sidewalk, which made her bite her lip and crack one of her adult teeth. I felt bad for her, but I couldn’t help feeling relieved it wasn’t me. My mom was holding a washcloth to my sister’s mouth.
After only 5 minutes, the washcloth was drenched with blood. My mom gave my sister a new washcloth and then started frantically searching her purse for our dentist’s card. We still had our dentist from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, even though we lived in Geneva, Illinois. She called the dentist immediately after she found the card and made an appointment to go see him that weekend. It was a Thursday when the accident happened and the next day, Friday, my sister was wondering what her friends would think of her scooter accident. She thought people would make fun of her because her lip got all puffy and swollen. Her half tooth looked pretty scary too. She also had some trouble speaking. She was nervous on our walk to school. During my whole school day, I wondered how my sister’s day was going. I hoped people weren’t giving her too hard of a time about it. When I met her after school, I could tell by her attempt at a smile that greeted me that everything had gone well. She said there was nothing to worry about because no one had said anything about it except, “What
After only 5 minutes, the washcloth was drenched with blood. My mom gave my sister a new washcloth and then started frantically searching her purse for our dentist’s card. We still had our dentist from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, even though we lived in Geneva, Illinois. She called the dentist immediately after she found the card and made an appointment to go see him that weekend. It was a Thursday when the accident happened and the next day, Friday, my sister was wondering what her friends would think of her scooter accident. She thought people would make fun of her because her lip got all puffy and swollen. Her half tooth looked pretty scary too. She also had some trouble speaking. She was nervous on our walk to school. During my whole school day, I wondered how my sister’s day was going. I hoped people weren’t giving her too hard of a time about it. When I met her after school, I could tell by her attempt at a smile that greeted me that everything had gone well. She said there was nothing to worry about because no one had said anything about it except, “What