I rowed the skies quickly without any hesitation. I can like the wind blowing into my face, my lips were dried and cracked, my tongue was dry as the desert, and my fingers were numb as if they were filled with anesthetics. Just when I began to beat my brother, I fell, and my knee hit a chunk of snow. I felt a tear in my right knee, as I try to move my leg it was the worst pain I have ever felt. I cried until my face was drenched with tears. I gave up trying to move, let alone stand up. Within five minutes, the ambulance came and picked me up. While driving to the hospital, I continued to cry, and eventually I fell asleep. I woke up with my mother telling me to exit the ambulance and slowly walk into the hospital room; she carried me to my side, and we walked into the chamber. Still, in tremendous pain, she told me to sleep while she waits for the doctor. Hearing whispers around my room, I immediately woke up to find my mom discussing my injury with the physician. He looked at me and without hesitation he told me I broke my ligament in my right knee and I will not go to school around three months. I was shocked, and I thought it was a