My sister Daphne and I were swinging in the backyard when we got the idea to fly like butterflies. The air felt so good rushing past that it seemed like it ought to hold us up when we jumped off and away from the swings.
I landed on my side with my arm twisted under me. “Oops!” I said. And then, “Ouch!”
Daphne was jumping up and laughing, and I tried to do the same. But my arm felt strange. It ached deep inside. I didn’t want to move it.
Daphne stopped laughing when
