As the four-wheeler stated tipping, I knew something was going terribly wrong. It all came to me, I knew it was time to bail. My brother had already been tossed though the air like a rag doll and so had my dad. The next thing I knew my body was flailing though the air. BAM! I hit the ground!

As soon as I hit the ground I knew something was terribly wrong. I thought to my self how could a day going so good turn to be the most traumatic day of my life in a blink of an eye.

I went to pick myself off the ground I screamed in agony. I looked down to see what had caused this terrible pain to see that my bicep was ripped out of my arm. My arm was gushing blood and pulsating in pain.  I attempted to lift my self up with my right arm, it still hurt because I had broken my middle finger and my ring finger and middle finger nails were torn right off both hanging on by bits of flesh. I got up and started to cry.

My dad screamed out, “If you don’t stop crying or you will bleed to death”. 

This was only to clam me down and it worked is stop crying it got  my mind off the horrible pain that no one should have to go though. 

“Trevor get over here and help me role the four wheeler”

Trevor replied “I’m coming dad” as they rolled the four wheeler over I got on and then Trevor got on and then my dad got on.

“Were going to the hospital the party is over for us”

There I was on the four wheeler thinking to my self no matter how good your life is going, it can all change in the blink of an eye.