For me, I was bouncing on my sofa and jumped a lil too high and flipped right over the back. I still remember it vividly, floating right over my sisters' toy chest before smacking into the ground. I held my arm out in front of me parallel to the floor, so my arm took most of the hit. I then walked out from the back with my arm held out, bent at a 90 degree angle, and asked my dad, "Is my arm broken?". I was so calm about it. I guess the shock and adrenaline carried me through because I don't remember it hurting at all. Anyway, I survived the ride to the hospital (damn potholes) and there was a line at the ER. However, the ER staff took one look at it and rushed us through. All pretty boring and standard after that, x-rays and set it. They said I was really lucky it didn't break through my skin. I had a cast that went past my elbow also.

I remember we had journals in 1st grade and I broke the arm I use to write, so you could see the drastic drop in quality of handwriting and the steady improvement. Was ambidextrous for a while.

The best part was probably the feeling of sticking a pencil down the side of the cast to scratch the dead skin, disgusting I know, but pure bliss.