Last week at Johnny's softball game, Sally fell off the bleachers. She was walking, slipped, and fell through the back, dropping about four feet onto the concrete. I ran down, but Johnny got there first, and Sally was screaming like no other. We were both a bit hysterical at first, too, but after checking her over, we realized she was fine (somehow!!). I thought for sure she'd broken an arm or gotten a concussion, but she was totally okay, other than a scratch on her head. Within a couple of minutes, she was scrambling to get down and go play again! That night, we treated her to a shake and a churro, and she couldn't have been happier.
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