When I Broke My Thumb

One day I made a scooter ramp out of wood. It was really fun to make the ramp so I could ride up onto the porch. And Dad said not to ride my scooter down the ramp. But after dinner I went to put my scooter away, and I hit the ramp and flew off the porch and broke my thumb! That did not feel very good. I cried for an hour. Then the next day I went to the hospital and they looked at it and said it was broken. And they put a splint on my thumb. When we moved somewhere else, they put a brace on my thumb with a sling. Then I had to have a cast. I couldn’t get in the water or swim, so I was very glad when it was off. I want to remember never to disobey my daddy again.

—Ezra, age 7