I have broken 6 bones in my life. 3 toes, my tailbone, my knuckle, and my skull.
I cracked my skull when I was about 4 years old. I still remember it like it was yesterday. We were AVid hocky fans in our house. My dad and I were in my grandmas TV room watching a match. I was sitting in one of those kid size plastic 4 legged chairs in front of the fireplace. I couldn't tell you which team scored but almost 25 years after my grandmother sold the house I can still tell you what that fireplace looked like.
The fireplace was raised about a foot and a half off the ground on top of a brick ledge that was about 2 feet deep from the wall all the way across. The lower half of the wall was completely brick. Grandma had the mantel lined with the stereotypical 90's posed family photos, along with a few embarrassing photos of myself.
I couldn't tell you what team it was but someone scored. And then everything happened so quickly. I got excited and was rocking back and forth in my crappy little chair and jumping up and down like every 4 year old has been told not to from the moment they sit in one for the first time. The next thing I knew the legs bent and I went down. My head hit the brick ledge.
The funny part is that I don't remember it hurting. I remember my dad scooping me up. I remember my grandparents running into the room. I remember my dad holding a washcloth to the back of my head while we sat on the couch. I remember that the fire was still on. I remember grandma looking at the back of my head. I remember that I never saw that chair again.
My dad told me that they never took me to the hospital. He stitched the back of my head up himself right there on the couch in my grandmas basement. As a parent nowadays, I don't know how I would handle that situation. However, I would defiantly NOT attempt to stitch my own kids head up. I think the only reason that I don't find it strange is because my grandmother didn't object. If you knew her, you'd understand why that's oddly comforting.
That is one of my earliest memories. I haven't thought about it in awhile. I wonder if that has anything to do with my irrational fear of falling from even small heights... Probably.
Daily writing prompt
Have you ever broken a bone?
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