Once upon a time, in a sunny morning, I was in the park with my aunt and her dog "RONY".
All was beautiful, I ran and ran for all the park, I played with RONY. My aunt told me: "RONY loves to run in the hills of the park. he loves up and down".
For this, I decided to go with RONY to the hills, in this moment I didn't know that this was a bad idea.
After 30 minutes in which we ran and ran, Rony and me found the hills, it was a great moment, because Rony was so excited and me too.
We went to the highest hill and this was the moment at last the dog and me ran up and down the hills.
I counted 1,2,3 ready... Go................ But......................... in the middle of the road I fell off and "I LOST MY ARM" ... Ok, literally I didn't lose my arm, really, I BROKE MY ARM.
It was hurt. When my aunt saw the accident, she went with me to my house and she told to my parents that I had an accident and that I need to go to the doctor.
When I was in the hospital the doctor said that I broke a important part of my arm and that I needed a cast.
This was really sad for me because I can't to go to the park in a lot of time.
Two months ago I went to the doctor and my doctor said that my arm was good and that the cast was in the trash. After that I needed therapy but all was good for me.
With this story I learned that it is important to take care when I run.