childhood memory of the teeter-totter

I childhood memory I remember is how much I loved the teeter-totter...

One day in my childhood all my feelings for the teeter-totter changed, though. My friend and I were having the times of our lifes flying up in the air then dropping down and over again. Suddenly I had accidentally let go of the handle while flying up in the air. I soon fell backwards and punmented to the cold gravel. Immediantly the recess teachers ran over to the scene of the accident and helped me up. I was escorted to the nurse, where I got band-aids slapped on my knees and elbows.

You might think that I never used the teeter-totter again. But just a short week later, I got back onto it, making sure to hold onto the handle with as firm of a grip as I could muster.