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Okay so this was the year of (I think) 2001. Around July or so, I was at a Girl Scout day camp having a blast as any 8 year old would. One of the basic rules was no running, but I was a rule breaker so I ignored that. One day, I was running around our base camp area near the (not lit) campfire circle, and I tripped over a rock, slammed my head into a log bench and broke my (left) wrist. All of the older counselors said I was fine and sent me home on the bus. My dad got one look at me when I stepped off the bus and knew that I was clearly not fine. THEN, a few months later, I was playing around with my brother and cousin in my basement. We were dragging each other around on a boogie board, and I was ‘riding’ it and my cousin really wanted it, so one of the times I jumped, she yanked it out from under me, I caught it at a really weird angle, fell onto the ground and broke my other wrist (left). Mind you broken wrist number one (right) had just gotten out of a cast about a month before.
That was a fun conversation for me and my parents to have with some hospital social workers at 2 am.
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