Well, one of my most fondest memories is from when I was 3. So it was just me and my dad at the house, he was mowing the lawn while I was inside watching tv. He had told me to stay inside but me being my lil rebel self, I went outside. What?! I just wanted a corndog! Anywho...so there was a line of bushes and a tree across from them and a path between them. So my dad was riding on the lawn mower on the little path. There was also a huge rock beside the tree that I was standing on. He was starting to leave so I jumped down to get his attention but my leg gave out so I fell. Then he wasn't paying close enough attention and backed over my left leg. The blade was still going so I could have lost my leg that day. Luckily, I only broke my fibula and tibia right above my growth plate/ankle.
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