09-16-2015, 10:10 PM
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I've only broken the bone of my right big toe once in kindergarten
The story goes:
So I (little 5-6 year old summotion) was playing with a really-really old small carousel in the yard of my kindergarten, earlier that day me and my playmates learned that the carousel hadn't been maintained for ages and it could be lifted upwards. Well everybody tried it and most of them managed it (incl. me). So later that day when I was almost the last kid who hadn't left, I thought: "Hey let's give it an another try before I leave!". So I lifted it, didn't stand to the weight and the carousel fell on my toe, braking the bone. I don't remember much what happened after that, I remember the toe hurting like hell and riding my old bike with that broken toe to my mum who was standing at the gate.
The story goes:
So I (little 5-6 year old summotion) was playing with a really-really old small carousel in the yard of my kindergarten, earlier that day me and my playmates learned that the carousel hadn't been maintained for ages and it could be lifted upwards. Well everybody tried it and most of them managed it (incl. me). So later that day when I was almost the last kid who hadn't left, I thought: "Hey let's give it an another try before I leave!". So I lifted it, didn't stand to the weight and the carousel fell on my toe, braking the bone. I don't remember much what happened after that, I remember the toe hurting like hell and riding my old bike with that broken toe to my mum who was standing at the gate.