The accident

When I was three I lived in Boston, Massachusetts and me and my family were going to church.  I didn't want to go because I didn't know how to speak much Spanish and it was three hours long. So my mom and my sister took our car, so we took my dad's friend's car. We all piled into the car and started driving(note) I did not have my seat belt on or the child lock-on and I don't know why but I opened the door and fell out. The back left wheel ran over my right arm, so my dad stopped the car and picked me up and drove me to church. We stopped right in front and my dad told my older brother to get my mom and sister then we went to the hospital.