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Like many kids, I enjoyed getting dirty and playing rough when I was younger. Often I would find myself coming back inside at the end of the day with many cuts and bruises. Still, I would brush it off like nothing because the fun I would always have justified my injuries. However, I had to find out the hard way just how badly one can get hurt when they act carelessly. On July 5, 2018, my parents decided to rent a blowup water slide for my youngest sister's birthday. They have done this for my siblings and me in prior years. However, this year's only difference was the dare-devil that arose in me.
I remember this day quite well, considering it was one of my life's most traumatizing and fun days. It was a beautiful hot summer day in July, perfect for making a splash. It was also my sister's birthday. I remember helping with the decorations and waiting eagerly for the guest to arrive so I could have first dibs on the slide. However, as the time came closer to the party, I still became more annoyed that my mother was forcing me to wait. It felt almost as if she was teasing me.
But at last, the time came, and the guest arrived. I was free to have fun. From the fun I was having, I lost track of time and realized it was time for presents and cake. During this time, my oldest brother told me he didn't believe I had the guts to do a backflip off the top of the slide hearing this, I became frustrated and refused to back down from the dare. When I walked away from the table, I told him to watch as he would see that I could prove him wrong.
Walking up the slide stairs, I had an overwhelming amount of fear rush over me because I knew that I could not go through with it. Although my brother may have already known I could not do it, I still felt obligated to prove I could. As I turned around and began to flip, I had instant regret because I had no idea how this was about to end. Hitting the bottom of the slide, not only did I hear the water splash, but I felt a snap. I quickly began to cry and scream from the pain and realized I had injured my arm very badly. While my brother was trying to comfort me, my mother rushed to see what had happened. She and my brother quickly rushed me to the ER, where I soon found out that I had broken my arm. Although I was in pain, I could still shove it in my brother's face that he was wrong. On the other hand, It's safe to say that the fun I had did not justify my injuries in this situation.
This story is important because it reminds me not to back down from a challenge even if there is a possible bad outcome. And because It will always be a nice story to bring up in the future to have a good laugh about.
