When I broke my toes I was at my dads house, then I got tripped by a 30 year old man named Nathan. He thought it would be funny to trip me on concrete steps. He laughed when I was crying. Then my dad carried me up the stairs to the couch and sat me down. My dad was mad and he was yelling at Nathan. My knee was bleeding and that's what that were looking at. Then I had to tell my dad that's not what was hurting and I told him that my two toe bones were hurting and not my knee. Then my dads girlfriend had to drive me to the hospital to see if I was okay. When my dad called my mom she was really mad that I was in the hospital.
