Breaking only one bone in your life is quite an accomplishment. I broke my arm when I was young; too bad it is not a great story. I was simply reaching off of the trampoline to get my shoes from the ground and fell. I landed on my arm and broke it.
My mom didn’t believe me. She wiggled my arm around and told me to clean my room. The next day when we went to the doctor and we found out it was broken, she felt pretty bad (don’t worry mom, I forgive you ☺).
The best part about the broken arm story is that it involves a trampoline. My family loves trampolines. My brothers and I always had so much fun on them.
Favorite Trampoline Activities:
* Putting the sprinkler under the tramp and jumping in our swimsuits.
* Having sleepovers on the tramp with Lizzie to protect us. The sleepovers only lasted until about 2:00 am, by that time we were freezing and would come back into our own beds.
* Slip-and-Slide when the tramp was wet after the rain.
* "1,2,3,4, I declare a bum war. Go!"
* Dead man, dead man come alive, before I count to the number five.
* Crack-the-Egg. A much better game when my dad and his brother's would play :)
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