My Scar

Behind every scar there is a story. I have a scare on my left forearm. It is noticeable for people to see I do not try to hind it. I got the scar when I was in 5^th grade. It all happened out on the reservation at my grandpa’s house one weekend. My family and I were branding his calves so we would know which ones were his. When we finished we had an idea to practice riding on his calves because our rodeo season was coming up. We would need all the practice we could get.

So we loaded my grandpas stock up in the bucking shut he had at the arena. We planned on taking turns until we got tired or something.  I was going to be the second or third one to go. My cousins would go first then it would be my turn. They got like the little calves when it was my turn I just had to have a big one.

Well, I got up on the chute and started to lower myself down onto the calf. I was thinking to myself, “Everything is going to be okay.” One of my uncles was pulling my rope and another was holding on to me just in case. I called for the gate and my auntie opened the gate. I was doing well the all of a sudden I fell off. I thought it was over, but it was just beginning.

My hand was still caught up in the rope. I was being dragged by the calf. I was crying so hard that I could not really see clearly. I tried to stand up to get my hand free, but I could not. My family all helped me get untied. When it was over my left arm was all bloody. I was wearing a short sleeve shirt so it just cut up my skin.

My mom and auntie looked at it said, “It is bad were going to have to take him to the hospital.” I did not want to go I hate the hospital, but my mom made me. The closes hospital was Chinles.  I was still crying on the way to the hospital and my arm was wrapped up with one of my old shirts.

When we got there I was so scared did not know what to do. When they called my name and the doctor looked at it he said that I would need to get some stitches. When it was all over I had to get fifteen stitches. I had to go to school the next day with my arm like this I told myself. I was nervous because I would have to tell everyone and I did not know how they would react.  Well, that is how I got my scar I still have it and if you really look at it you can count little small lines where the stitches were at.