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When I was a child, the only thing I can remember, is breaking both of my arms and causing trouble for my mother. It was November 1st, 2007, it was a bright sunny day, the sky was blue, and the lake in the back of my house was sparkling and shining. I didn’t understand much because I was three years old but my mother was taking down the halloween decorations, and in the archway across from my room hung a black streamer, and of course since I was a baby, I thought I was helping by taking down the streamer for my mom, but that was the dumbest thing I had ever done. I pulled up a chair so I could try to reach it but I noticed that the chair was wobbling back and forth, but that didn’t stop me, so I continued to climb the chair. I tried to reach the thick, sparkly, black streamer, but my arms were too short, short like some branches on a tree, but before I could think of it, the leg of the chair collapsed, like a building being demolished. I really don’t know how it happened, it was random, but it sure did startle me. I was petrified, the chair fell backwards causing me to fly over it like a bird. One of my arms hit the archway so hard, my bone snapped, and the other arm however, I crushed it with all of my body weight. I must’ve been flung extremely hard. At that time, I was a human slingshot. My mother heard me crying and she rushed into the dining room. She saw me laying there beneath the archway crying and unable to function my arms. This was a Catastrophe. T he

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