When i was 9 i walked to the park with my two sisters on a chilly afternoon in April. when we got to the park i immediately ran for the swing set (always my first choice) i was swinging for awhile when a boy around my age sat in the swing next to me and started swinging. He started swinging as high as me and then higher. it became an unspoken competition. we both were swinging higher and higher until he jumped. He flew so far out but i knew i could make it farther. i get ready and on the last swing forward i launch myself out of the swing, i fly through the air, it felt very peaceful until all of the sudden i slam into the ground landing on my left arm. i look up and i had won, 3 inches past him. I’m glowing with excitement until i realize the pain. i look down at my arm and it is bent in half. i immediately start screaming and crying, calling for my sister. My oldest sister runs over to me and says “are you ok” i scream and say “no”. she calls my mom and we go to the hospital. i get all fixed up and sent home. and that’s the story of one of my favorite childhood memories.