that other time i broke my arm

Yes.  Another time I broke my arm.  After reading this, youre probably all like “What is wrong with this girl?! Keep her in a bubble!” or whatever.  And you’re probably right.  But it is what it is.

This arm breaking story actually happened before the demon cat incident.  It was the first day of first grade, to be exact.  My little 6 year old self thought I was hot stuff.  I was out of kindergarten now.  I got to stay at school all day (Yes, I loved school.  I was one of those kids.)  So, on my first day, I came home with my ego soaring.

So, when my 5th grade neighbor Rachel asked me to come play with her, I was all like ‘Uhhh, no brainer… I am even cooler now.  I am a 1st grader and a 5th grader wants to hang out with me. I am basically the coolest person alive.’  Because really, Rachel was soooo cool.  She had this gorgeous hair and I honestly wanted to be just like her.  So, off we went.

We decided to play gymnastics.   But to play gymnastics, you need a balance beam… obviously.  So we found one.

My neighbor has a drive way that has a small curb that slowly increases in height.  It starts at maybe 6 inches high and ends at about 3 feet high.  It was perfect.  Rachel and I walked up and down it ‘practicing’ our balance and doing tricks (i.e. turning around and jumping). When Rachel had a brilliant idea.

‘You know what would be cool?’

‘Tell me!’ I said.  Hanging on every word.

‘If we did cartwheels off of the wall.’

I couldn’t wait until I was in 5th grade and had good ideas like her.

‘You are so right!  That would be so cool.’  I said.

‘You go first.’

Uhhh.  I was honored.  I mean..  this was a brilliant idea.  And I got to go first.  Did it get any better than that?

So I did it.

I stood on the wall and did a sort of diving cartwheel on to the lawn next to the wall.

I went down.

I looked down and my arm was hanging in a weird U shape.

This wasn’t cool.  What would Rachel think of me now?!  So, trying to keep my wailing/screaming/crying to a minimum… I ran away.  But, I got caught.  The neighbor who owned the wall had been sitting on her front porch watching the whole thing happen.  She came over and asked to see my arm.

I told her no.

She insisted.

I tried to hide my arm behind my back.

It didn’t work.

She won.

Once she saw the bend in my arm, she took my directly to my mom.

My parents happened to be sitting outside on the lawn with some relatives who were visiting from California.  I had never met them before.  This was our first introduction.  It definitely wasn’t as pleasant as I had hoped.  Not that being labeled as the ‘little girl who broke her arm doing acrobatics off of a wall’ isn’t charming…. But.. you know… it isn’t.

I ended up breaking my arm in 2 different places and missing school for quite a while.

Plus side= bright pink cast.

Negative side= bright pink cast.  Hind sight is 20/20.

broken arm:

(Sorry for the pic quality.  Its the only documentation I have.  Note the magnifying glass.  I was cool guys.)

Moral of the story:  If you are asked to do cartwheels off of walls by cool people don’t.  You will break your arm.  Choose a insanely bright colored cast.  And miss the first 2 weeks of school.

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  1. Did you have the magnifying glass because you needed glasses and couldn’t see your cast? ;)

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