When I was five years old, I broke my arm.
My friends and I were playing in our neighbor’s backyard trying to jump from a picnic table to one of those T-shaped metal clothesline poles which we’d swing from like acrobats.
Kids, amiright? Also, where were the grown-ups?
Anyway, I missed.
The clothesline happened to be mounted on a large slab of concrete instead of grass like all the other ones in the neighborhood (WHAT WERE WE THINKING?).
Fortunately, my arm was the only casualty. As a parent, I now understand how much worse that could have been.... read more