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Description: There's a monster under the bed, or in this case, on the trampoline.

We jumped. We played. We screamed. We tried to kill each other. Bloodthirsty, 1 person was the monster. The rest tried to survive. It was a game that kinda went like duck duck goose. But if I would have known what would happen next, I never would have sat down. Never would have put my hands under me. Never would have played that game that day.

Drop drop monster. That's what we called the game. By we, I mean my brother Daniel, my brother Joseph (who we call Jojo), and my 6-year-old self. Jojo came up with a game where he said drop, drop, and when he said monster and tapped someone on their head, he chased them around in circles until he caught them. But, when he said drop, you had to drop down onto the floor. We were on the trampoline, and Jojo was chasing Daniel, so I sat there in the middle, with my hands under me. They kept going until suddenly, Jojo tripped. And fell. And of course, where does he fall? On me. I start to cry.

“Mommy,” I cry, “it hurts”. My Mom comes quickly from where she was on our patio. She looked at my finger.

“you're fine,” she finally answered, “go play”. I listened to her. I always do. But it hurt so bad. After 5 minutes of drop drop monster, my ring finger started getting bigger. And bigger.

“Mommy, It's getting bigger,” I told her when I went inside.

“You’re right, you need to go get an x-ray!”

“Whats an x-ray?”

“An x-ray is something where they look

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