I was in the 7th grade, we had a drill on cricker, or some what like that, exercise with the bat in our hand. So after school, on a Friday, I left for home with a bunch of friends, we usually walked our way home from school. Like any other day, we walked through the field, it was a shortcut or some what from school to our (respective) houses. While walking, some friends (from different grade) wanted to know how was the drill we were preparing for, so we showed them a small demonstration. While demonstrating, I somehow slipped and landed on my left hand, the others helped me up but the pain was unbareable, so I began to walk as fast as I could and reach home. After reaching home, I told my brother and father about the fall and that it was paining bad. My brother quickly took out a bandage and wrapped it around my arm. Later in the evening, when mom came home from work, she saw my hand, and noticed that it was swollen, she quickly took my to the hospital (the hospital my mom worked as a assistant nurse, which was at Andheri, Mumbai). So in the train we went, from Vasai to Andheri, then got a rickshaw to Holy Spirit Hospital, where I got to know that it was a fractre.
