H3C70R del Angel posted a photo:
my wrist cast finally painted with bones. glows too!
*Caity* posted a photo:
I actually broke this arm three times. When I was growing up people would say, "Wow! You broke it 3 times! The same arm?" But now I have met so many people that have broken so many bones and the same bones over and over. So breaking my arm three times really is no biggy. Here's the breakdown on how they all happened.
1. I broke it right above my elbow. I was young (I don't remember the age) and I was riding my bike on the sidewalk. There was another boy riding his bike towards me. I thought to myself, "he will go around me so I will just continue going straight" WRONG! We ran right into each other and I broke my arm. I guess I was in traction for like 2 or 3 weeks.
2. I was in ballet and we learned leaps that day. When I got home I was leaping all over the place. Chairs, the toilet and whatever else I could jump off of. My parents sent me to my room. I started dancing on my bed and for my ending I jumped off my desk at the foot of my bed. I broke my wrist. Both bones in it this time. Ouch.
3. I was on my bike again. This time I wasn't doing anything crazy at all. I was sitting on my bike and my friends and I were all talking. The person we were talking to was in the yard (it was on a small hill above the sidewalk) and she fell and so we all went over like dominoes. I broke my arm. I ran home crying. The dr had to put a pin in my arm and I had to have surgery Now I have a pretty nice scar on that arm.
So now you know all about my left arm. This all happened back in elementary school. I'm surprised my parents didn't have heart attacks.