One day I was sledding in my friends backyard on a small hill across the street. We were having the most fun ever. Then my dad walked over to try something. I asked what we were going to do. He told me that we were going to go sledding our backyard. Now my backyard is basically one big really steep hill. I thought this was going to be so much fun. I was just a little scared but me being me I just brushed off that feeling and just went for it. About halfway down the hill I think that’s when I blacked out. The last thing I remember is people yelling and screaming at me to roll off the sled. I suddenly woke up when I hit the fence at the bottom of the hill. I don’t know who’s genius idea it was to put that there. What happened next was I was picked …show more content…
Halfway down the hill his leg sunk down to a little above his knee. He tried to keep running but that’s when he collapsed.. Thank goodness we lived so close to the hospital because I think I would have run out of tears from crying so much is we had to drive any further. We got to the hospital and I don’t really remember what happened next. I know that we pulled into this weir garage area and then we were both carried into the hospital and placed in different rooms. I got away with a bunch of scratches and bruises. I can’t say the same for my dad though. He had to go through so many surgeries I lost count. Before I left the hospital I went to visit my dad. That’s when I learned he had shattered his kneecap. After many long weeks of having to stay at my grandma’s and not knowing what was happening with my dad I finally got to go home. The ambulance still had to come to our house once and awhile with a bunch of doctors just to check up on him. So after many surgeries and months of therapy he could finally walk again. The two things I took away from this experience is something that I will live with for the rest of my