The Most “Enjoyable” Year in My Life

In junior high I was looking forward to being able to do sports. After finding out that I couldn't play sports until I was in seventh grade I got kind of mad but waited it out and when the first day of school started so did my volleyball try outs. I came to school not excited, for the first time in my life, to being going back to school but because I was going to be on the volleyball team. I mean I hadn't made the team but I wasn't thinking about that. I just told myself that I was going to make the team and then when volleyball was over I was going to go try out for the basketball team and then tennis and track. I was determined to be on the "A" team of all the sports that the school offered. Well volleyball try outs came and went I made the "A" team and was perfectly happy. We weren't great but I didn't care about that. All I cared about was for me to be good or at least try and look my best when I played. Well two weeks after volleyball ended basketball tryouts started. I made the "A" team for basketball too. So far my goal was coming true. There was no "A' team or "B" team for tennis, but I made the tennis team and that was great. We had tryouts before Christmas break and we would start back up a month and a half after we got back from Christmas break. Well during Christmas break I broke my wrist and arm in two places, so even though I was on the team I couldn't play in any tournaments. It was really annoying to see everyone else enjoying themselves but I couldn't. Tennis season was finally over and track season was finally in gear I was still in a cast so I could run but I couldn't do anything else. Well that was fine with me as long as I was on the team. Only problem was that when I went to the doctor to get my arm checked and see if I could get the cast off or good I found out that my wrist and arm had set all wrong and that the next day I was going to have to go back get my arm broken again and get it reset and another cast for longer and even worse is that