Accidents. Part one.

So, Ive written about alot of things. And so you all know I am HILARIOUS. But, you dont really know anything about me. So, Ive written this entry, about all of the beautiful wonderful accidents Ive had. I feel thats the only way to get close to someone. You can talk about the weather, and Britney Spears all you want, but I like to talk about all the injuries ive had. Im going to skip over the ones from 0-5 though because I dont really remember them enough. Im going to do one every day or week or something, but I would like to start with:


AGE SIX.

When I was six years old, my mom/dad would pick me up from school, and take me to the pool nearby. I loved that pool. I always had so much fun there! There were 2 big waterslides, swings, trampolines, pretty much anything that a kid could want. It was pretty epic. So, one day, my dad took me to the pool. After a few hours of swimming, and playing games with my friends, I decided to go to the playground. So, me and my dad played a game called Circus. It was a fun game. I would pretend to be an acrobat, (because i loved gymnastics) and my dad was my assistant. So there was this swingy barry thingy. I never really learned what it was. That thing was SOOOO fun. I would sit on it, and flip on it, and be awesome on it. So on that particular day, my pants were wet from the pool. So, they didnt haave much traction. So, I was doing the basics. I sat on top of the swing, and my dad pushed lightly. So, being a kid, I closed my eyes. As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell off the swing. This swingy thingy mabobberyjig was about 5 feet in the air. I feel on my bootay, with my arm underneath my bootay. I started crying immediately. All I could say is "IT HURTS! MAKE IT NOT HURT! DADDDYYYYY!" So, he followed his natural fathery instinct, and took me to get a drink of water.

So when the water didnt work, my dad didnt know what was wrong. I kept on crying, but he couldnt do anything. He thought it was my leg that had gotten hurt, but I couldnt muster the words to tell him that. So, I pointed at the waterslides with my good arm. Cause thats what 6 year olds think is *magical* so i thought maybe the magical ambassador of fun, could make me feel better. So I mounted the waterslide. I shouldve known something was wrong when I couldnt find the strength to pull myself to sit down.  I eventually got my friend Carter to help me sit down. (Atleast I think it was Carter... Carter if you read this know that your awesome) well, I made it to the water. But, when I actually hit legit water, It felt like Chuckie, Jason, and the Wolfman were all digging into my arm. I tried to be strong. I probably looked something like this:

I didnt want to cry in front of all of those people, even though tiny pain elves were stabbing at my arm. So, my dad picked me up, and carried me to the car. When we got there, I cried for about 20 minutes, on the way home. Finally, I was just doing sniffles. My dad tried as hard as he could to comfort me, but I dont think that a singing unicorn could make me feel any better.

So we got home, and I was still trying to be strong, and not cry. I sat in the chair in the living room, while my dad went to tell my mom what happened. She FREAKED. she was so surprised at what happened. She came into the living room, and did the broken arm test. I think I tried to bite her... After doing the test and getting bitten, she immediately put on her jacket, and started up the car, bringing me and my dad outside. I remember that the inner Krysten started to freak out. I knew we werent going to Chuckie Cheeses. We got to the hospital shortly after that, and it was kind of a blur. I remember I had to wait for like 2 hours. Then, they put a weird thingy on my arm, and I freaked out. 

So, after putting a weird thingy on my arm, they took me to a different room, where I threw up. So, they let me have a weird pink bucket, and took me to the X-Ray room. I was super scared. I had to roll over several times, while they flashed pictures of my arm. They declared I had broken my wrist in 3 different places. I got a big pink cast, and my arm immediately started itching. I hated that cast. The worst part is, I broke my Left arm so I still had to take notes. I remember I went to a pool party, and having to wrap my arm in a trashbag. But what I remember the most, was having to miss recess. After I broke my wrist in 3 places, I had to give up gymnastics for piano. But thats a different story,

TOMORROW: AGE 7