In English 12 we are required to make a memory book. Each week we write about a memory from a certain point in our lives and in the end we put it all together, with pictures to form a scrapbook. This week is freshman year, and I wanted to share this with everyone because it's very funny too look back on.
Freshman year is just a blur to me. It was so weird! So much happened I can’t even begin to tell you everything that really did happen. One thing that really made my freshman year memorable was when I shattered my ankle, broke my ribs, and when that happened it punctured my lung and collapsed it. I have never broken a bone before this day, it was a little scary! I had just gotten back from a trip with Emily’s family, my brother was fixing a four wheeler for his friend and he wanted to take it out. So of course yeah I go, probably the worse decision of my life. We only had one helmet so my brother lets me take it, that helmet was probably the only thing that saved my life.
The next thing I know I wake up in a cornfield and I can’t talk or move. My brother is a few yards away and he isn’t moving. I pull out my phone and call my mom, my dad, my neighbor, everyone I could think of that could help, but I really didn’t think to call 911. What is wrong with me? I finally get a hold of my mom and she comes to find us in this cornfield. By this time my brother was up and walking around, but his head was messed up, he was crazy. So I am freaking out. He is my big brother he is suppose to take care of me, his little sister. That was the scariest thing to me.
Finally, my mom finds us and we get into the car and drive to the Madison Hospital. My mom runs in for help and, I am not joking, a 90-year-old man comes out with a wheelchair. He was the slowest human being on earth. We get in after 100 years go by and they get us back, they take all these scans, then they tell us that they can’t treat us there. I am all looped up, from all the pain medicine they gave me but if I wasn’t I probably would have been thinking “Are you kidding me?”. I was transported from the Madison Hospital to the Huntsville Hospital, and the only thing I remember from the ambulance ride was “Wow this is awkward..”. I tried to make conversation, I asked them how they liked their job and how much fun it is, but they never answered me. Maybe I was so looped up I just thought I said it.
Somehow I ended up in a big room with big lights and there were people running all around me, and next thing I knew they were yanking my boot off my broken ankle. Who in their right mind thinks that is a good idea? After they yank for what feels like forever, they suggest cutting them off. They should have just done that in the first place. I have my surgery the next day. I thought they were just going to put it back together, but I wake up with a halo on my ankle. 
It is a huge metal contraption that was screwed into my shin and ankle, and you could see where they screwed it into. It was horrific. I had the halo for 10 days, those were the cruelest 10 days of my life. I could not twist or turn it for what felt like forever, it was so uncomfortable. I finally, towards the end of the 10 days, freaked out or had a panic attack because I could not move. My friend fell on it at one point. It felt worse than actually breaking my ankle. I had another surgery after that, to put seven pins and two plates in my foot. That was it. To think it all started with “Do you want to go on a quick ride?”. You want to know what happened to my brother? Just a mild concussion. That’s it.