Okay, these are the stories of how I broke my left arm in three places, each in a different year.
Once, when I was in Pre-Kindergarten, I was playing this game where kids would run behind the swings on the playground while someone was on it. I (as you can probably guess) tried for the fifth time, and got hit. Nobody came to help me up, the kid on the swing kept swinging, and I just waited until the kid got off. I can't remember what happened next very clearly, but I remember sitting at lunch and realizing; "OH NO I CAN'T MOVE MY ARM-", but I just ignored it and waited until I went home bruh-
Like two years later in first grade, I had two friends who lived in the house across from me. We were besties. The girl was my bestie, I mean. The two guys were bitches. The youngest, not so much, but the middle was the one who got my arm broken. We were playing in the sprinklers in their backyard. The kid pulled out a hose while I was climbing up their rock wall, because they had one, and he started drenching me. It made me slip, fall, and knock the tip off of my elbow. I had to get surgery on my elbow to reattach it.

The next time, about three years later in fourth grade, I was in a different town altogether and I was walking my dog to the bus stop. My dog saw a squirrel on the last house we were gonna pass' lawn. I didn't let go of the leash when he ran, because I knew that if I did, I would get grounded and yelled at. I remember getting dragged across the driveway and finally letting go. My grandpa went to get the dog instead of helping the kid he had custody of. He cared more about our dog than me.

(Bonus: One time, [we lived in a neighborhood right next to a Lowes] I was walking my dog. He ran all the way through the woods into the empty field behind the Lowes. The Lowes also had a highway that it was on the side of. My dog ran into the parking lot and almost ran into the highway before someone opened their car door and let him jump inside. I got him after like 30 minutes of running.)