It was the year 2000 and my family and I were building a house. Because our previous house was already sold and the new house was not completed we were living in a trailer in one of our family friends driveway... classy I know. My brothers and I were just wasting the summer away. One morning my mom was having a shower and she told me specifically not to go on the trampoline until she was able to supervise (plus there was only ever suppose to be 4 people on the trampoline).. being six, I didn't listen.
Looking back now, it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, seeing as my two brothers, and the three boys who lived in the house were on it. I ran up onto the trampoline ready to be just like "one of the guys." We were playing Crack The Egg. For those who don't know what this game is; there is one person who wraps their arms around their legs to hold them together. The objective is for everyone else to jump and bounce them around until their hands fall apart and the "egg is cracked." Me being a fierce little child I volunteered to be the egg (dumb idea). These tall determined boys were jumping around me like crazy trying to break my seal. I got double bounced at one point (i got extra height) and could see that I was going flying off of the trampoline. I released my arms and fell smack down onto the grass. Boys being boys kept bouncing, wanting to play another game, and I didn't want to look like a baby, so up i got. As soon as I stood up and put pressure on my left leg it did a weird twisting feeling and I fell right back onto the ground. So I tried again, and the same thing happened. My brother Brett realized what was happening and jumped off to help me. What a hero, I know! He picked me up and carried me to the trailer. Brett set me on the couch inside and ran to get my mom out of the shower.
Mom is a nurse and realized that I had hurt my leg badly. She took me to the hospital and I had to get x-rays and everything! Eventually the doctor told my mom and I that I had broken my Fibula in two places and needed to get a cast. There goes the end of my summer. When the doctor asked me what colour of cast I wanted I told him yellow. Yellow is Brett's favourite color and since he helped me I figured I could walk around for three months with a yellow cast. At first it was kind of fun, everyone signing the cast that went from my toes all the way up to my hip. My brothers had to help me with everything, and my mom would make me special meals. But the novelty wore off pretty quick. 6 years old, cast on leg, can't walk or run without crutches, can't play sports or swim, I was terribly bored. I would sit outside the trailer and watch my brothers have fun, I would have to take showers with a garbage bag on my leg so the cast wouldn't get ruined. And when we finally got moved into our new house, I had to sit around ALL summer and watch my brothers and neighbours swim in the river because I wasn't allowed. Wrost Summer Ever!
Ever since that day I have ruined a lot of peoples dreams about getting a trampoline. The people who owned that trampoline got rid of it. A lot of my friends weren't allowed to get trampolines because of what happened to me. And I have a fear of trampolines because that double bounce is terrifying.
Overall, the moral of the story ... Listen to your mothers!!
You are such a wild child :)
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