Rene

My Memory By Fernando About 8 years ago, I felt I was a grown up boy. I wanted to go to San Juan Del Sur, a beach located in Nicaragua. I really wanted to go for the long weekend because the girl I used to like was going. All my friends were going as well. As usual my parents preferred to go to our beach house located in Pochomil about 7 hours away from San Juan Del Sur. All my family used to go, but just for this one time I wanted to go to San Juan with my friends. I asked her to let me go for about 5 weeks everyday until one day she said yes to me. She was not that happy about it but she agreed. She told me that she didn’t want me riding motorcycles without her supervision or any parents’ supervision. I agreed with her. The long weekend arrived. My friends and I were super excited. I said bye to my mom and promised to call her every day. We got to San Juan and it was really fun because all my friends were there. The first night we had a bonfire near the beach. The next day we were riding motorcycles all day back and forth along the coast. Then, we raced in the road and had fun like other kids do. I called my mom every night and I told her about my day and the motorcycles. She told me to please not ride them because she was not near if something happened and it was better if I didn’t. The next day we all woke up and went to the beach coast to ride motorcycles and we were jumping and doing stupid stunts. I was having fun and my friends were too. I decided to jump from the ramp were no one wanted to jump because it was too high and long but I decided to do it. I got ready and accelerated full throttle. It all happened too fast. The impact of the motorcycle coming down from the air made me loose balance and I fell down of the motorcycle and broke both of my wrists. My right hand was really bad. It was broken in 3 pieces the wrist, the middle bone and the elbow. My left hand it was just the wrist. When it all happen I did not feel that much pain. I was only in shock and I couldn’t get onto my feet even though I was trying really hard. My friends’ parents where I was staying their car and a couple of adults pulled me up in the car and then the drive to the hospital began. The main hospital was about 3 hours and a h alf from the beach because in Nicaragua there is only one good hospital in the country and the rest of them are public and they are really bad. We called my mom from the car and she said she was going to meet me there in the hospital. I heard her crying because when she was little she had an accident in motorcycle where she lost a brother about my same age. That’s why she didn’t liked me riding motorcycles. On my way to the hospital I felt my arms getting numb and more numb by every minute that was passing. I was counting the seconds to get to the hospital. Once I got there I saw my mom and I felt relieved because I was a little scared with everything that was happening. When I heard my moms voice and dads voice I felt so much better. I had surgery for about four hours and then I woke up with two casts on both my wrists. The next months were really hard and uncomfortable to me and my family and friends. This is something I will never forget in my entire life. It’s an experience that will not be erased that easy.