Finger Soccer
It was a hot summer day in Phoenix, Arizona. My ten-year-old cousin and I were practicing his soccer game. My cousin kicked the ball high and hard, straight at my left hand. I screamed in pain, my ring finger hanging limp, twisted, and broken. He hurriedly ran into the house to get his Mother.
I screamed in pain, my ring finger hanging limp, twisted, and broken. My cousin kicked the ball high and hard, straight at my left hand. It was a hot summer day in Phoenix, Arizona. My ten-year-old cousin and I were practicing his soccer game. He hurriedly ran into the house to get his Mother.