Journal # 3

In my third journal i am going to talk about an accident that have happen to me when i was 7 years old. One day i was going to buy a newspaper with my older cousin. We had to cross the street so i told her i could do it by myself and i pulled my hand away from hers and ran. When i was about to cross th street a car came and went over my anckle. I dont remeber what happn exactly but all i remember was i was crying about my mother. It was the worst feling in the world. When i looked at my anckle it was all over blood. My shoe was not on my foot. They took me to hospital right away. They didn't wait for an ambulance. After that i do not remember the rest. I woke up in the hospital. My leg was wraped up. My mother was beside me waiting. She was very nervous. That was the worst day of my life. I will never forget about it.