Ivan says, “Hello World.” He is also wondering what a blog is, so we are learning to blog together. He says, “I love my dad.” Which I think is a very blog-worthy topic. I say I love Ivan… and mom and Romy. Now that we are a few sentences in to this, Ivan has decided he’d like to blog about his broken arm.
Ivan: “In the morning, the day started great. I was at Les Orres having fun on our mountain bikes. We took the lift up with our downhill mountain bike club, Roule Pas Perso, to do some DH practice. At the bottom of my first run I crashed really hard and broke my arm.”
Dad: “I was following Ivan and saw Ivan hit the ground like hammer, I was actually happy to hear him scream and roll around in pain because I knew he was: a. alive and b. not paralyzed! It was a BIG, high speed crash. He quickly held back his tears and the bike patrolman was there in a minute to check him out. Ivan got to ride in the mountain ambulance (really an old, rattly pick-up) to the dr’s office. He walked himself down to the x-ray room and got x-rays. The Dr and patrolman were sure that Ivan’s arm was not broken because Ivan was so composed but sure enough, the x-ray’s came back and Ivan broke his elbow. Just in time for summer vacation!”
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