When I was, like, four or five I was jumping on one of those kids-sized trampolines they used to make with the little safety handrail thing on one side. I must have been pretty hyper or something that day because I was jumping just high and hard enough to where I somehow hit my left arm really hard by accident on the handrail and the entire trampoline flipped on top of me. To this day this remains the only time I’ve ever broken a bone, knock on wood.
I was also climbing on a fence one time (wasn’t even that high up, probably only a foot or two off the ground) and fell backwards and “split my head open” as they said it on some smaller rocks on the ground but no one would listen to me when I tried telling the crowd of people behind me that it looked more painful than it actually was. My parents insisted on taking me to the ER but true to my assumption nothing came back wrong. No concussion or anything, and any dizziness I did have wore off in, like, five to ten seconds. But of course I still got yelled at for it. For context I was early on in high school at this point.
