I remember the day I broke my first bone, well I don’t really remember it, but this is what happened.
My parents one summer when I was a kid bought my brother and I a trampoline, we quickly assembled it so we could jump on it, but there was a spring missing on one of the sides of it, my parents refused to let us on it, later in the evening they went to the grocery store where my brother and I went out back and started jumping on it, it held up perfectly, so we thought.
After ten minutes or so we wanted to take it to a higher extreme, we scooted the trampoline next to our house and my brother dared me to jumped off the roof onto the giant black hole, I wasn’t one to turn down a challenge.
As I climbed up the tree, the bark was so rough it scratched my hands, as my feet fitted into the coarse bark like climbing up a ladder without looking down.
I walked carefully to the edge of the house and looking down I yelled at my brother “Will! This is really, really high! What if I bounce off it?” William responded “Quit being a baby and jump already!”
I jumped, as I felt my feet land on the rubber like surface, my legs gave way until it went from a jump to a body slam into it, I bounced off the trampoline onto the ground where I used my arms to catch my body from flipping, but instead I landed on my arm in the most awkward way, I heard a small crack and instantly felt lightheaded, I could hear my brother’s voice from a small distance away but couldn’t quite make out the words.
I woke up in the E.R with my father sitting beside me, they had already put my arm in a cast, I listened as they told my father I suffered a mild concussion and a hairline fracture on my left arm, as we left the hospital my father said to me “Don’t you ever let your brother or anyone else for that talk you into doing something you think you shouldn’t do Zach.” And to this day, I stick by those