Yaritza's Story

The Time I Broke My

Arm

ByYaritza

Two years ago on March 2, 2009, when I was seven, I broke my arm. On that day I was flying my kite with my sisters and cousins. We were flying our kites back and forth in my neighborhood.

As we ran to our left, a Chihuahua started barking and chasing us. I tripped and fell on my arm. The dog was trying to bite me, but my dad came running to me and scared the dog away and picked me up.

I was crying because I couldn’t move my arm so we couldn’t go to the park to fly our kites. My mom and dad took me to the doctor.

When we got to thedoctor, I was terrified.

They called me, and the doctor sent my parents to a room to wait for another doctor.

When the doctor came, she told us to follow her to an x-ray room. The doctor x-rayed my arm and took three different pictures of my arm. She told my parents that I had a broken bone, and that I had to wear a cast.

Then we went to a different room. The doctor told me to pick a color for my cast, so I picked purple which is my favorite color. Before we left for home, the doctor told me I had to wear it for two months.

I was happy because people could sign my purple cast.

Author’s Note

My name is Yaritza. I am nine years old. I love to play with my cousins Joiyanny and Johan. I love to fly kites. My favorite color is purple. I worked very hard on this book. I hope you like it.