Monkey Bars Research Paper

One day in the summer, I was at my brother Austin’s baseball game. At this time, I was going to be going into kindergarten. The baseball game was at East Park, and most of the game I was at the playground. What I was doing was I was trying to climb the monkey bars to the other side. I kept I failing and failing and I should have stopped because I was failing, but I didn’t. I kept doing it until one time I tried climbing the monkey bars. I climbed and fell and when I fell, my body landed on my wrist and I felt an odd pain.
When I got up, a few kids asked me if I was ok. I told them I was ok, but then I cried after a few seconds. I walked over to my parents and told them my wrist hurt. Later that night, my parents said that it would be ok, and
it would get better in a few days. The next morning, my wrist still hurt, and I told my parents that. When they heard that, they knew what we had to do.
My parents took me to the doctor in Decorah to check on my wrist. After taking a few x-rays, the doctors saw that I broke my wrist. They had to put me in a cast that went up to my elbow. I had to wear this cast for two months, and then I could take the cast off. If I was smart enough to stop climbing the monkey bars, then I probably wouldn’t have broken my wrist.