When I Am Cute With My Wee Cast On My Arm?

Don’t I look cute with my wee cast on my arm? How could a picture from my past create such an intense reaction from me? To anyone else looking at the photograph they would see a small child that had broken her arm, smiling at the camera, little would they know I had to endure days, weeks, months, years of tests as a result of that arm! I will always remember how heavy and uncomfortable the cast was, it was as though someone had put big boulders on my arms, if felt as if I was carrying the weight of the world around with me. I recall from that day onwards my life changed. My childhood as I knew it was snatched away from me.
Imagine being five years old, with not a care in the world. I was a petite child, full of energy and enthusiasm for life but in an instant, my life took a terrifying turn. I vividly remember being high as a kite, with not a care in the world. I was playing in the soft play area with my friend Abbie, running, jumping, crawling as fast as I could to beat her to the end of the assault course. I was in the lead, rolling down the soft slide until I heard an eerie noise of what sounded like a branch snapping. The adrenaline pumping through my veins kept pushing me to the finishing line. I was going to win no matter what but I tried to push myself up with my hands, but my left arm buckled underneath me and I couldn’t get up.
I can
I didn’t know what brittle bones were, but it must have been serious for my mum to be so upset. From that moment on, my life changed dramatically. Mum became so over protective, imagines being wrapped tightly in cotton wool every day, not being able to play with your friends, incase I fell over and broke a bone. All things considered, she was protecting me from all the possible dangers of the world. What she didn’t understand is how I felt – sad, lonely,