Mike Green
Mr. Bass
9/12/06
2 hr 	     My Best Day But My Worst Day
The age  of  twelve was good for me. Everything  was going right ,my mama had just bought me the Jordan’s that had came out and I was super excited when she handed me the box my eyes were wider than normal because they were the 17's. Instead of wearing a sock they came with a sock made in the shoe.
The color that I had was the black and varsity blue 17’s. My mama was mad cause I still had a pair that I had hardly worn. Then that Sunday we had went to my grandmother’s house for Sunday dinner after church. I had changed into my new clothes and my new Jordan’s  so that I could show everybody what I had and so that me an my cousin could compare who’s shoes were better. My granny had called everyone in so we could bless the food and eat.  I had rushed to hurry up and wait on my cousin so I could see which one’s he had got. My cousin Cameron had gotten the white and varsity red 17’s. wit some Jordan basketball shorts. After dinner everyone went to my uncle’s house cause he had a big backyard so we could play football.
 My uncle and dad were quarterbacks and captain’s  for the teams. Like always my dad had picked me first because my cousin Cameron and I couldn’t be on teams. We were always competing in everything we did. My cousin an I were going head to head in touchdown after touchdown. Then when I was on defense me and him went into a head on collision and I had gave him a hit stick. I had hit him with all my might I thought he was going to quit after I had tackled him like that. But then that hit made him play even harder and then he tackled me hard as he could to. Then, we had to stop because my granny didn’t like for us to play hard on each other. Even Cameron’s mom my aunt who likes competition didn’t want us to play. So after I had some peachcobbler  with ice-cream on top I was ready to go again. Cameron was acting scared because if we played we would get in trouble with our Granny. Before everybody left to go home me an my cousin had needed 1 more touchdown for either of us to win. Then my uncle had throw me one more pass I caught it in the air an my shoe string had caught on to the fence an I landed on my shoulder. The pain at the time to me was unbearable. IT was like two fat people had tackled me at the same time. Then I went into the house to tell my mama what happened an she was furious. She took me to Children’s Hospital  they said my shoulder was dislocated. Then they put it in a sling an a week later the put it back in place. But my mama was mad caused I messed up my Jordan’s. She said she wasn’t even going to buy the new Jordan’s that came out the next month.