Memior 2

It was Monday, four days before Halloween, and my mom was picking me up at Westwood Elementary. I had gymnastics practice in a half an hour. I was eleven years old and had no idea that I would be spending the next day in the hospital.
I got to practice, and I started warming-up, stretching, and practicing as I usually would. I was wearing a black leotard with bright, colorful flowers all over it and a pair of black, velvet shorts, I never had one thought in my head that the same leotard I was wearing was going to cut right off of me.
I started off practice on floor, but I didn't know that it was going to be my last event for almost 7 months. My team and I were all tumbling on floor. It was my turn to go and it was supposed to be my last tumbling pass of the day. It was a round-off, back handspring, back layout- it was my first one ever since I hurt my knee four months earlier.
I began going- the round off was perfect, the back handspring was high (not good), and the back layout was incomplete. In the middle of my back layout I stopped flipping over and landed lying on the floor, which was definitely not a good thing.
I was laying on my stomach, breathless from shock, I look over at my left arm and I realized that I was not normal, more like it looked like I had 2 elbows. I look at my coach, knowing that I couldn't scream because my sister was standing 20 feet away from me and said, "Tommy, I think I broke my arm."
Everyone immediately ran out of the gym with pale, white faces and tears strolling down their cheeks. My coach yelled, "Erin! Don't move!" I flopped right down and I felt a tear fall down on to the floor. My mom ran into the gym and along with my coach sat right down beside me. I felt someone put an ice pack on my arm and then they started wrapping it. My coach picked me up, set my in the car, and strapped me in.
The car ride to the emergency room felt like we were driving all the way to Duluth and back. I was holding myself up from lying down with all of my ab's strength. We finally got to the hospital and I saw my dad, that was the most worried I've ever seen him in my whole life. Surprisingly seeing him relieved all of my pain.
When I got into a room, they told me I had to have an I.V. and I was outrageously scared off needles, but at that moment I didn't care. After I got the I.V. everything seemed to just be a breeze. They brought me to a room in the children's area and I spent the night there until the doctor was able to perform surgery on my arm.
I got into surgery at about 2 am, I didn't know though because I was sleeping. I only remember waking up from surgery because the nurse was shoving toast down my throat, at that point I hadn't ate or drank anything for almost 12 hours. I fell back asleep that night, and when I woke up the next morning all I wanted to do was go see my friends at school. My mom told me that I could maybe go visit school later, but I could not stay there.
I went to school and no body could believe how tough I was, even my teachers. But I know I did. I will never forget that day and night. A day of happiness, scariness, sadness, painful, and stress. The day I will never forget!