Memoir

Two years ago, on a nice, warm, sunny day, my friends and I decided to play catch in the yard of our church. We started out pitching to each other, but then we became bored of that so we played a game where you throw two baseballs at once. When my friends threw the balls, I thought that the balls would hit each other in midair. Of course, they didn’t. As I was watching one of them, the other baseball hit me square in the nose. I saw it right before it hit me, but there was no time to react. It felt like my face had been hit with a semi-truck. I hit the ground faster than you could say “Ouch!”

At first, I thought it was just a bad hit in the face until I wiped my nose with my hand. Than I saw the blood coming out like a river, and I knew it was bad. One of my friends ran into the church to get someone. My mom and her friend, a doctor, came out. The doctor took one look at my face and said “Ooo, that’s a bad fracture.”

I looked at her and said, “It’s broken?”

“Yeah you might want to go to the Emergency Room.”

I looked at the church as I groaned to see a bunch of kids staring and pointing at me from the windows. Then, my dad got me up and we went to the ER. We sat there the longest time, and I couldn’t even feel my face it was so numb and throbbing. We went in and the doctor said I would have to get surgery. I went to school the next day, only to have people stare at my bruised, messed up face. Ouch.