My Basketball Boo-Boos
It was a snowless chilly morning, and I was just doing my homework at my desk. After I finished, I looked around the house, wondering what to do. Suddenly, I came up with an idea. I walked into my brother’s room and asked him, “Hey, Hugo, want to play basketball?” “Sure, why not?” he replied with a smile.
This was very unusual because my brother is usually very busy. We ran outside, took the ball, and started playing. We played for a long time, and soon it got dark. I was exhausted, and so was my brother! However, to my surprise, he asked me as he was throwing the ball, “Do you want to play five more minutes?” I just nodded my head and mumbled a yes.
We probably had played about two hours when my brother announced that he was having his last shot at the basket. As I expected he missed the basket, and the ball hit the rim and bounced back, rolling down the driveway. “Get that!” yelled my brother, who was just ready to drop. I was really tired and didn’t have the energy to run for the ball. So, instead of chasing after the ball, I shuffled.
When I finally got close, I started to speed up, but because I was running downhill, I accidentally stepped on the ball and went FLYING!!!
My body flew off the ground, and THAT wasn’t good news. I landed with a splat on the driveway tarmac. My right knee was bleeding, and my hands were scraped.
I gave out a loud ouch, and my brother galloped toward me. Having examined my injuries, he immediately darted into the house to get some band-aids while I was sitting on the driveway too tired to move. Soon, he reappeared with my mom and some band-aids.
My mom had a worried look on her face and questioned me, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I just told her, “I’m fine, mom.”
On that day, I learned a painful lesson. I should not have kept playing after I felt I was too tired to. Had I heeded my body’s call for rest, I would not have had the boo-boos.