Breaking my leg when I was 4. I was riding in circles on my bike in the neighbor's paved driveway with some other kids, when I fell over. One of the other kids ran to get my mom and my sister when I wouldn't stop crying. The clearest part of this memory was dropping my sister off at my grandmother's house so my mom could take me to the doctor's. My grandmother's road was dirt and very bumpy. Every bump on that road was excruciating. Of course once we saw the doctor, he sent us to the hospital where my leg was set in a cast for 6 weeks.
Ouch!! I broke my leg when I was 2 1/2 though I can't remember it.... I just know from being told. I tripped on the second last step and crack!
ReplyDeleteOuch is right! Sorry about the stairs in the picture.
DeleteGreat that you had a photo to share - but sorry about the broken leg.
ReplyDeleteThanks. It was a lesson learned for everyone. I haven't ridden in circles since.
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