Third Grade Ready for Stitches?

When I was in third grade, my friend, Sarah and I would ride our bikes to school and pick up our other friend Madison on the way. One morning we didn't pick up Madison and now that I look back it is a good thing that we didn't. Sarah and I had just learned how to go no-handed on our bikes and we took one turn and I leaned too far into the turn and my bike fell out from under me and I ended up cutting up my elbow really bad, but from where we were was just about half a block from our school. My arm was starting to go numb and I couldn't feel too much in my hand or my lower arm. When we got to the school Sarah took me right to the office where Carol fixed me up, called my mom to tell her that I might need to go to the clinic to get my arm looked at. My mom was doing Day-Care and couldn't make it to the school, but Slayde's mom was there to drop him off at school,she took me home because she lived just a block away from my house. I remember thinking what just happened? What needs to be looked at on my arm? My grandma took me to the clinic and they looked at my elbow and told me that I was missing quite a big chunk out of my arm. If I had not been missing all that skin they would have just stitched it back on. They wrapped it up and sent me home. I didn't go back to school that day though I went home and slept! When my arm did heal up, I found out that I do have tar off of the road in my elbow. Really cool scar and I'm so glad I didn't have to get stitches.