My first fracture was before Spec was born, so I was, like, 2. My mom had just got the crib set up and it was sitting next to one of the room dividers in between our living and dining rooms. My older brother got the bright idea to climb the room divider and jump into the crib, then climb out of the crib, and then do it all again. When I started to tire out, my older brother got impatient and pushed me from the room divider into the crib and I landed on my arm wrong and fractured my left elbow.
The second fracture happened when I was either 10 or 11 and my older brother (once agian) convinced me I should go on a bike ride with him (despite have no helmets or anything). My older brother likes to switch from one side of the road to the other for no reason, so while I was switch in lanes to keep up with him, I got to the middle lines and this stupid ass motorcyclist who was going over the speed limit not on his side of the road around a bend in the road where he couldn’t see oncoming traffic and hit me in the middle of my bike causing me to go flying off my bike. However, my shoelace was caught in the peddle and I slammed back down and fractured my left wrist from holding out my hands to catch my fall.
My break happened the day we got out of school and I spent up until the first day back to school recovering from a broken ankle. I was in between my 7th and 8th grade year, so I was 13. Spec and I went to the park, which has a rubber ground to avoid injuries (lol nope), and started playing tag with some other kids. I ran away from one kid who was “it” and jumped off the platform that was probably only 5 or 6 inches off the ground and had to angle myself to avoid a pole which caused me to land on my right ankle wrong and roll it. I broke it all the way through the growth plate and had to get two screws to line it back up properly the next day. I had to do physical therapy and the whole shebang.
OH! AND that was the year my mom graduated with her bachelor’s degree and I had to go up an escalator (thank you woman behind me for keeping me from falling, she da bomb) AND the year we decide to go to Washington DC for a look around at the meseums. IT WAS SO HOT THAT SUMMER OH MY GOD!
Niether does mine, but my grandma’s knees do. lol