It was dangerous, but I knew that I had to do it.

Hi, my name is Minh and 12 years old, I have a story here.

When I was 9 years old, I'm is study ride a bike with my grandma, in 2 months.

I so scary to ride bike, but when i see a 2nd grader riding his bike very well and i can't understand why when i get back on the bike i can ride without falling again. I'm very happy.

Now, I can ride a bike very well

But I have a broken left hand when I ride bike, I was took a quick turn and I was fall off my bike.

I took left hand in the ground and heard the broken bone, I was cry so much. But my parents think that is a normal wound.

In the next day, My mom saw my left hand is purple and she is too suprise, I touch my left hand, It's very hurt and In that hour.

My mom take me to the hospital.

Doctor said a lot of laugnage, I can't understand

I saw that doctor casts my left arm.

1 hours later, My left hand is the rock now it's very hard.

1 months later, My left hand it's broke the casts, I go to the hospital again and left hand is very well now.