Ow, my ankle.
My ankle really hurts. I wish I did not twist it.
Once upon a time, I had a sleep over with Max. (my first sleepover with a boy!) Everything went fine until I went to Estes Park and I ran down the big hill. And, bam, I twisted my ankle.
It still hurts now.
I made mom mad today. We fight. She makes me so sad. She is mean, usually. But we made up. I love my mom so much.