Some might call me a clumsy person. I failed a field sobriety test without even touching alcohol. I fall over my own feet, doors and stairs hate me. So I know the pain of a broken bone or two (7).
When I was 4 I lived with my Grandmother, one night the lights went out, so I went stumbling around I the dark. I did manage to make it to the kitchen without too much of an issue. MY Grandmother had a real love for diet cokes and always had a case in the icebox. Well, it was my luck to open the door of the icebox and have the whole case fall out onto my foot. It busted my big toe open and snapped the bone.
When I was 7 I was running on the black top at church and tripped over a crack. I had to be taken to the ER I had a hair line fracture.
7th grade, I can't remember how old; I was running from my friend in P.E. I twisted my ankle and broke it.
15 punched a wall and broke pinkie knuckle.
16 broke right index finger at Six Flags.
4 months ago broke my right pinkie toe while running in the house, it got pulled on the sofa leg and snapped.
And not too long ago punched a door and broke the other pinkie knuckle.
