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I never had any broken bones as a kid (though I did have the chickenpox), but I remember straining my wrist in 6th grade. There was a park on the way home from school and even though I was supposed to come straight home I stopped by there to play. I was on the merry-go-round and jumped off mid-spin, but my hand didn't want to join me, bending way back. Of course when I told my dad after that, the only thing he heard was that I didn't come straight home and I got grounded.

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