Adventurous

There are times in my life when I get...well... injured. My momma calls me accident prone, but I just like to think that I am adventurous. My whole life my momma and grandma and other family members have called me Grace, Gracie, and Gracie Pooh. I picked up on the sarcasm a little later in life. Over my four years of high school I was on crutches three times for torn cartilage in my right knee. If I were to tear it again it would mean automatic surgery. No good. At the start of last semester I was learning to do gymnastics. I learned how to do a standing back handspring and decided to do it into the pit by myself. I strained my rotator cuff in my shoulder and was supposed to be off of it for four weeks. (This may start to sound scattered since I keep jumping stories, but I promise it will all make since in the end.) This weekend a friend of mine called me and asked if I wanted to go to the Beaver with her. (The Beaver or Beaver Mountain is the ski resort up the road from campus) I was so excited because my momma bought me a snowboard for Christmas. I went to Beaver with her and didn't do too bad except for the thousand falls that I had on the first run. Toward the end of my first run not only did I land really bad on my arm and re-injure my shoulder, but I injured my camera. I broke the 2" LCD screen on the back. On Monday I decided to start looking for a new camera and I found one, but it practically wiped out my bank account :( The good thing is I have a wonderful new camera with a touch screen and everything! Well I took my new camera to my dance class with me the next day because I wanted to have some pictures of me in my outfit because after this semester that will probably never happen again. (Don't worry nothing happened to my new camera) After dance I had gymnastics next door. I changed fast and went into my favorite class EVER! I was feeling a little brave, but apprehensive because I have a beautiful round off back handspring with a spot, but I wanted to do it on my own even though I was sooooo scared. After warm ups my instructor said that he wasn't going to help me anymore so I had to do it on my own. After a few round offs and all of the kids in the class making fun of me, I decided to go for it. I took off and did a round off and halfway backwards, mid-air I realized I really was going for it...too late! I had to cup my arms so I didn't break my neck and then all of my body weight and force that I had thrown my body with landed on my right knee. I crawled off of the floor completely embarrassed and hurting so bad that words can't describe. My instructor carried me outside so that everyone wasn't being nosey. It took me 30 minutes to walk back to my room which usually only takes about 10 minutes and I was in so much pain that I cried the whole way. I am back in a brace, but luckily I'm not on crutches and didn't re-tear anything, so no surgery! Well I do see why I was picked on by my family because I do get injured pretty easily, but that's because I am adventurous and I'm not too afraid to try new things!