We started to play again, but iI proclaimed the game boring a little later, and iso I went indoors and sat on the couch. Granted, I was still a third grader, so, I told my mom and she just thought that I twisted it and I was being a little bit over exaggeratedexaggerating a litte bit for attention.
My week went on as normal, playing at recess, doing thea bit of homework, if I had any, plus going to soccer and dance practice. The ‘twist’ seemed like it washappened months awayago by now and I didn't think about it anymore, because it simply wasn’t an issue.
When I played soccer we we wouldwould have games every weekend and I was always eager to play, because iI loved the sport so much. So I was running along withthe field and balance cruciatingthe excruciating pain started up again,. I was so confused, I had no idea where it came from. So I started to limp and my coach pulled me out of the game. I told him what happened and he was very concerned, my mom came over and inspected my ankle to make sure everything was okay.
“Ouch!”, I exclaimed, because she was having me push my foot against her knee in all different directions. It was something that she'd learned in her days wherewhen she practiced sports medicine.