I didn't have any broken bones growing up, but I had a few accidents--the usual scraped knees from falling down or falling off my bike, stubbed toes, smashed fingers in doors, cuts and scratches, a run-in with poison ivy. One accident I remember in particular was knocking myself out when I fell from a hammock at my friend's house across the street.
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My friend's parents had a rope hammock in their backyard that we loved to swing in. We liked to run and flop on it because it would swing higher if we did that. Well, one time (I was in elementary school) I ran toward it, pounced on it, and that's the last thing I remember. Apparently when I jumped in the hammock it swung up in the air and dumped me out. I hit my head on the ground so hard that it knocked me out.
The next thing I remember was walking toward my friend's driveway from the backyard. The look on her face had me concerned. She was asking me if I was ok. What just happened? I didn't feel so good and I felt sort of strange. My head hurt. I was in daze. I started to cry and began walking home with my bike. My friend followed. My mom came out and asked me what happened. I told her I had fallen off my bike because in my daze I thought that must be what I'd done. My friend explained what happened. My mom took me to see our pediatrician. I don't know if we went to his office or the emergency room. My mom was told not to let me go to sleep which of course is what I wanted to do. I had scratches all down the side of my face where it met the dirt!
I'm glad I don't remember what actually happened. I certainly don't remember the pain. I used to remember which side of my head hit the ground, but I don't even remember that anymore!