one hot summer day, when i was 5 years old, my mom was going to take me and my little brother swimming. while she was getting my brother ready, i was watching television in the living room: the price is right. bored, i decided to get up on the high arm of our orange sofa and pretend it was a horse. i’d been yelled at before not to get up there, but still i went since i was alone. about 2 seconds after i got up on there, i fell, hitting the toy chest on the other side of the sofa and let out a bloody scream. my mom came running and my brother after her.
i had broken my left wrist. i was in a cast for 6 weeks.



