I'm going to tell you a story from the summer after third grade. It was my first time going to camp. I was super excited. It was a week long and we got there on Sunday. There was one kid who was being very rude to me in my cabin. I shrugged it off, I had been bullied before and so I just ignored her. She was much taller than me at the time, so she called me short. She also called me a nerd, etc. She did it the next day too. Then she called me "un-athletic". I had already started swimming by then. She also said swimming wasn't a sport and stuff like that. That actually made me mad, so I raced her in the lake and one of her friends got in my way, but I still won. She said I cheated and walked on the bottom even though that would be slower than actually swimming. I raced her again and her friends grabbed me and tried to sink me down. Hence tried it didn't work so some more of her friends just blocked me and I had to paddle their while she took a long time to finish, when she was about to finish they let me go and I sprinted to beat her, and then won. She was really slow, she had never even done swimming lessons. She said I cheated again so I just left and tried to avoid her. She actually stayed away. The next day, Tuesday, yes that's important, after breakfast she challenged me to a running race to our cabin. I was winning most of the way there, then she started catching up to me, I didn't really care about running so I kept going but then she got right on my feet. Then I felt myself falling. I reached out with my left arm to keep myself from hitting the ground. She laughed and ran ahead. My arm hurt a lot and my friend ran over to comfort me. The leader asked the mean kid if she had pushed me down. She said no and blamed it on the edge of a path. I knew I didn't trip on that because my hand landed on the edge of the path. So I said no, I didn't trip and explained why her explanation makes no sense. The leader didn't believe me and I got in trouble. I had to wait on my bed while the other kids did an activity. When I asked for an ice pack they said I dint need one because I didn't cry. I told them I have high pain tolerance and I don't like to cry but the said that if I have such high pain tolerance I should be okay. So my arm hurt like heck the rest of the week until I went home. I told my mom and she asked my dad, who took biology and he learned about about injuries. He said that my arm looked broken, and then I got really mad, that meant I couldn't swim the rest of the season. So we went to the doctors then hospital and it was broken. I got really mad at that kid. My mom talked to her parents with me . She never even got in trouble for it because her parents thought "She would never do such a thing, you must be lying." I got really upset at them for saying that and started crying. So I stayed away from that kid. The one good thing that came out of this is that I never had to go to that horrible camp again. That happened because my mom called the camp and asked about their medical procedures. The denied me ever saying anything about it and said that I never cried or anything. So my mom got really mad and said I couldn't go back to their camp again. So now my friend and I go to the camp my mom and her mom went to  when they were kids. I had a really good experience there and I've gone 4 different times. I can't go this year, but my friend still will. I love that place now and enjoy my time there. I still have a bump on my arm from the broken bone, but I haven't had a broken bone without knowing since. Oh wait, that's a lie. I tell that story later. I got into YouTube and writing during that time so I might have been better for it anyway. Thanks for reading.