“Okay let’s go!” said my dad. 

 “Alright,”I said, and got in the car. My dad got the dog in the car, then he got in himself. 

Two minutes later, we got to the park. We got out of the car and went into the park. It’s mostly grassy but there  was a playground.I was at the park because my dad needed to give the dog a chance to stretch her legs and I thought I’d tag along. When walking down a small, grassy hill, I got my foot snagged on a rock, before I knew what was happening, I was tumbling. I tumbled to the unpaved ground. Woahhhhhhhh! Wind blew off my face as I fell through the air.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed. Footsteps thumping, I ran to my dad for help saying “Ow, ow, ow, ow!’’ all the way. At least the cut I’d gotten didn’t reach my lungs, but it was bloody and vanes were coming out.  I felt in shock. Limping,  I went to my dad for help. He called my mom on the phone, and she came.It hurt to much to buckle me so I went unbuckled. She brought me to the hospital and the nurses helped by sticking a thick patch onto me with like, \\tape. I felt sooo ready to wash the cut. Then we drove home, and I had a nice, warm, shower to wash the cut. I felt like I could let go of all the stress of that adventure. My mom and my dad were relieved.  The end.