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Have you ever broken a bone?

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My little finger got slammed in a car door when I was seven. It was winter in Canada and I was wearing a ski mitt. (Luckily). Still it was badly bent and swelled three times its usual size. Like a cartoon accident. It looked so bad I thought they were going to cut it off.

I got kicked by a horse, while riding another horse. It broke several bones in my foot. That hurt! It happened before school at riding club and no one believed me, including the teacher. I had to walk around all day and then take three buses home plus walk from the stop. It happened on the day of my first high school dance which I refused to miss. I remember the hospital taking forever. I kept asking everyone how much longer was going to take? The relief of getting my foot casted was huge! I remember everyone’s shocked faces when I arrived late, on crutches, to the dance. The teacher hurried to fill out an accident report.

I was cut off and tripped roller skating and broke my wrist. This happened only weeks after my leg cast came off. (I had a walking cast up to my knee for my foot break). That thing saw more weather! They still used plaster back then so I wrapped it in plastic not wanting to miss a football game or dance or whatever was going on. High school was a new kind of freedom which I was surely not missing out on.

I earned a reputation for being accident prone but didn’t care. I didn’t let broken bones get in the way of having fun. I was back rollerskating still wearing my cast almost the following week. I didn’t care what people were saying, I later heard lots of kids made fun of me . Oh well! I’m glad I was too busy to notice.