Mistakes are something that comes with being human, everybody has made them at one point or another, and most of the time they end up learning an important lesson from them. Sometimes mistakes are good and end up being beneficial, and other times they could be small little mistakes that end badly. Mistakes are not always good, but sometimes even the smallest mistakes, like somebody not tying their shoe when their dad tells them to, could end awfully. Adults are always looking out for others and they know what is best, and it is always important to listen to what they say because it could change outcomes dramatically.
I went over to my friend’s house one spring morning because we hung out quite often and I was bored and had nothing to do. When I got there, his mom told me that he was upstairs in his room. I went up there and opened his bedroom door and I saw something I was not expecting, Hayden had boxes full of rocks scattered everywhere. I was surprised because I loved rocks and I would collect them everywhere I went, but I never knew that my best friend of over 5 years also collected rocks and he had more than I did. I then ran over to my house and had him help me haul my boxes of rocks over to his house so that we could compare and trade.
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Once we had gone through all of our rocks we decided that the next day we would sell some of them, because we had so many and we could make some money that we would split. His mom said that she was okay with us going around the block and asking our neighbors if they would like to buy any of our rocks. She even made for us little business cards on her computer and put her phone number down in case anybody was interested in purchasing from us. When I got home I was so excited that I ran downstairs and told my brother because I was just so darn excited. I remember not even being able to fall asleep because of the butterflies in my stomach. I even got up and moved all of my clothes out of my closet and put them in my toy cash register so we could make my closet into our store.
When I got up to go that next morning, I told my dad that Hayden and I were going to ride around the block on our scooters and sell rocks, and my dad said that that was fine, but I needed to bring my helmet. As I was walking out the door, my dad noticed that my shoe was untied and he told me to tie it up before I left. I ignored him and went over to Hayden's house. Once I got there we got our 'business cards' and went door to door showing people the rocks we had. Some guy even felt sorry for us and gave us a dollar. As we were heading back home, we started to ride down a really big hill, and I was going so fast that I forgot how to use my brakes, so I suddenly slammed my foot onto the ground, causing me to come to a sudden halt. My shoelace got stuck in the wheel of the scooter and I continued to go forward, which caused causing me to flip over the handlebars and land on my wrists. It all happened very suddenly, and I was too stunned to move or talk. Hayden ran home to get his mom, and she came and picked me up in her car. When I went home, I told my dad what had happened and he said that I was fine and that I had to go to school the next day.
After school, my mom picked me up and I told her what had happened. She took me to the doctor to see if anything was sprained. All I remember was being scared and hoping that everything was fine. Fear was the only thing I really remember about sitting in that waiting room. When the nurse called me in, they checked me out and noticed that I had a rock stuck in my knee that I had not hadn't even noticed. They removed the small rock and then they took me for x-rays. They x-rayed my arms and legs and told us to wait in the room for our results. When the doctor walked in, she looked at me and told me that I didn't break a bone, I broke two, one in each of my wrists, and I was going to have to wear a cast up to my elbow on each arm for a few months.
At first, it was scary breaking both of my wrists, but now, looking back on it, I see that it was not wasn't so bad and that I was lucky that I had put on a helmet because the doctor said if I hadn't I probably would have gotten a concussion.
It was also nice during school because I didn’t have to write anything because of my casts. I also learned an important lesson that day, to always listen to adults, because even if it sounds dumb, it will end up helping. The only thing I fully regret is that I broke my wrist selling rocks because I had to tell that story over and over. It is important to know that when adults say something that is a warning, it is important to pay attention, because things could end very badly, even if it's something really small at first.
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