When I was around 4-5, we were at one of my mum's friends house, and I went to the bathroom. It turns out, while I was i the bathroom, he told all of the children (My sisters and brother) not to go up the stairs because there was a broken rail, and we could hurt ourselves. When I came out of the bathroom, my oldest sister came up to me and said "Let's go up the stairs!". I agreed, and we went up, into the attic. It was dark, and being little, I was scared and ran down the stairs, and guess what? I GRABBED THE BROKEN RAIL. It snapped off in my hand, and I started tumbling down the stairs. I went down 5 steps, and landing on my arm. I started screaming, and my mum came to me, and found out I broke my arm. She took me to the ER..... THAT WAS THE WORST NIGHT OF MY LIFE.
Thank you, sister, for breaking my arm. ~Love, numnum
I was walking down the stairs carring my lil' cousin at my aunt and uncle's house and on the last step, I rolled my foot which ended in a hair-line fracture while I was trying to keep my cousin from getting hurt. But I healed in just a few days por myself. I'm an EXTREMELY fast healer anyway, so...
My wrist; i landed on my hand in gymnastics. 1 rib; i forgot how but it was from gymnastics. My leg; again gymnastics. My finger; my brother smashed it. My arm; long story. & my toe; from doing an aerial& i landed wrong. so much for being a dancer/gymnast