So, I've decided that this post will be amusing. Or I hope it will be amusing. I told Cari Dean about some of the....clumsy mishaps of my life..thus far. She found them rather amusing and well, here we are. I have broken my right pinky, my right arm...three different times..., I have a few scars on my left leg, and here are the stories behind each of these different....experiences.
First, I have a brother who is eight years older than me. So, when I was 2 he was 10. We were wrestling around on my parents bed for fun. You know how siblings can be and somehow my pinky finger broke. Nobody realized it until several days later and when my mom took me to the doctor they said they would have to rebreak it since it had already started to heal. My mom decided that was a no go and now I have a slightly bent pinky. You can't really tell, but it's there. It doesn't bother me. It's whatever.
Second, I have a scar on my knee that has been there since I can remember. I'm not sure on the whole story but what I do know sounds like me. Supposedly, my mom was cleaning the floor air vents and had them turned upside down some where on the floor. Well, little ole me decided I wanted to walk across them. Yep. Slipped and my leg went through the vent and BOOM insert scar on my knee.
Third, the first time I broke my arm. Yep. The first time. We lived in Michigan and I wanted to be able to ride my bike without training wheels. I mean come on I was like 5 or something and my 11 year old sister got to go everywhere with her friends on their bikes and I wanted to go too! So...I was practicing in our driveway. Every time I would turn a certain way my bike would go the other way and I would run into a tree...the same tree every time. Yeah....did I mention it was a gravel driveway? I wasn't the smartest kid that's for sure. But, after the millionth time of running into said tree I fell off and broke my arm. I had to wear one of those arm slings for a while. Sigh.
Fourth, when I broke my arm...again. I was learning to roller blade. I was pretty pumped because everyone I knew had some and even though I got the hand me downs from my older sister but who the heck cares?! It was going pretty well and it was a ton of fun! We just went around the block and were almost home. I was feeling pretty awesome and then I lost my balance. I fell backwards and broke my right arm...again. My dad had to come get me and carry me back to the house I cried...a lot. Then I spent HOURS in the ER waiting for someone to come see me. But, my cast was pretty cool. Even if it itched a lot. This happened when I was in 4th grade and right before Spring Break. The kids thought they were clever saying 'Kymber's already had her spring break.' Yeah...not so funny.
Fifth, I was riding my bike home from school one day. It was a pretty day..until I did something, lost my balance, and then fell off. I scraped up my leg pretty bad. It was a gross bloody mess and just...gross. I cried. Thankfully my older brother and his friends were driving by and picked me up and drove me the rest of the way home. I don't think I was ever that excited to see him in my entire life. But,I have a little bit of a scar on my leg thanks to that one.
Sixth, a broken arm again. My friends were having a birthday party at the skating rink and I was super excited about it. It had been a year since I had broken my arm and had been practicing my skills on my back porch. I'd fallen but not to the point of breaking my arm. I was feeling confident that I'd be ok. So, I went being optimistic and they had roller skates and not blades....I'd never been on those before. But, I was gonna try it. I got out on the floor and some loser teenager pushed me over. I fell and that is how I fractured my growth plate in my right arm. I had to go to the doctor and they gave said they were going to treat it like a broken arm and cast me. I didn't cry that time...but dang it hurt. Thankfully, that was the last time I broke my arm. Knock on wood.
Finally, I have a nice scar on my left leg from doing boxes with the girl's basketball team my Freshman year of high school. My footing slipped and then boom scratched my leg and blood was there. Blood freaks me out and makes me a little dizzy. It was awful. I cried. But, now I have a nice scar and a not so funny story of that one.
Every day is a new adventure. I get beat up by doors all the time. They always seem to want to close on me before I'm out or in. I trip over my own feet and fall almost every day. It's ridiculous. But it's me. And I have some pretty awesome stories. :D
Until next time. I hope this amused you all.
XO
Kymber.
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