My thumb was perfect

Last year was my first summer at a camp for Christian Scientists in Maine. I was enjoying all the activities and learning new skills, like sailing and archery.

One day, we were playing a competitive game when a girl accidentally ran into my hand. I heard a loud, threatening crack from my thumb. In the past, I’ve jammed my thumb during volleyball and basketball, but this was much more severe. When I looked down at my thumb, I saw that it was crooked and swollen. It hurt, and I was afraid I’d broken it. 

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