Author's Note: Numerous amounts of people love summer, including me. It's the time to be free of homework and have a joyous time under the sun. On one hot July day in 2005, that exciting summer was long gone due to a horrible accident. That day I came to realize how much I love summer.
You come to appreciate having a frivolous summer after being stranded on your couch for half of the time. It's so boring and definitely does not make my list of favorite things to do. The only things the doctor allows you to do is sit on the sofa, watch television and watch more television. Of course, the bathing part wasn't that fun either; sitting in the tub is the closest thing you can get to a pool. I didn't value the fun of summer until two days after my birthday.
It all started when I went over to my neighbor's backyard, which was my first mistake. Like every time I visited, my friend and I went on her trampoline. Then her siblings joined us. We all bounced around and had fun until my friend and her brother got into a fight. I suppose it was just another one of their usual quarrels, but little did I know how wrong I was. They got to wrestling around the trampoline and kept pushing me back to the open doorway. Eventually I scooted back so far that I fell to the hard ground, landing directly on my elbow.
Needless to say, I was rushed to emergency care. Unfortunately for me, my growth plate on my right elbow was completely shattered and I needed two surgeries. Later on I got my boring, colorless cast after many painful x-rays. The operations weren't that great either, having to hold my arm out for them to cut it open. I was forced to take baths instead of showers, draw with my left hand and struggle through numerous amounts of little bursts of pain. In other words, I was under "my-right-elbow-growth-plate-is-shattered-therefore-my-arm-is-in-a-big-cream colored-cast-and-I'm-not-supposed-to-move arrest."
When I watched everyone else go and splash around in the pool it made me envious that they were capable of doing whatever they chose. I suppose it’s similar to the situation the pilgrims were in when they decided to set sail for America. They weren’t free to make their own spiritual choices by law of the their restraining government. The settlers were finally liberated of their religious issues in Europe when they sailed the Mayflower and landed here. Near the end of summer, I was released from my cast, feeling like the pilgrims being released from the constraints of England.
I was able to savor about a week of the end of August after I got my bulbous bandages off. Of course, I had a blast for about a month of summer before the incident. There wasn’t much time for me to do much when I was without a cast; I just thought to myself that there would always be next year. With the summer coming to an end, I realized how lucky I was to be free in the summer and I wasn't just talking about no school. I learned that it's those frivolous little two and a half months that I now appreciate so much.
