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Learning to Fall: celebrity.
When I woke up and peed, this time like a left handed professional, I dressed myself all alone and my arm really didn't hurt much at all. I even was able to get a tee shirt on underneath the big red and white pullover without screaming or falling down or stretching out the sleeves too much.
Downstairs at the kitchen table Momma and Dad were waiting for me, and Momma must've heard me hopping around trying to get into my new shoes 'cause there was a steaming plate of banana pancakes with peanutbutter on the side waiting for me. I hugged Dad and thanked him for all the balloons and my new shirt and hugged Momma hard around the neck with my left arm but I bumped her head with my cast a little bit.
"That's okay, N.B." She said, rubbing her head hard like it must've really hurt and I felt bad.
Upstairs I brushed my teeth after filling up on my favorite breakfast and that was a little tough to do. I think I cut my mouth on the edge of my tooth brush and I definitely scraped my lip with the fingernail on my left thumb.
When I came downstairs Terry was sitting in my seat finishing a plate of pancakes and he says to me with a full mouth, "Come on! Let's get to school!" like it's a party we're going to and not school.
At school I find out Terry's right and it is a party we're going to and it's my party, sort of. Everybody wants to touch my cast and I mean Everybody. The girls all want to sign it and ask about how much it hurt when they set the bones, even the older girls touch me and want to sign my big white arm and that's pretty cool. Coach walks up to me after first period and signs it, "Next year N.B. we'll take the little league penant with you at first base. Coach Shuler".
Then he tells me that he expects me to be at every practice and sit with the team at every game on account of how hard he knows I worked all winter with my Dad to win a spot in the infield.
I thank him and tell him I'll be there and that I really need to rush off to class so he won't see the tear about to roll off my eyeball and down my cheek.
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