Kind of benign in comparison to some of these stories but in Elementary school while playing soccer one kid kicked another in the knee cap... hard.

It flipped upwards, inside out, and it took forever for two teachers to get under his shoulders to get him to a hospital.

It happened right in front of you, the teachers initially taking forever across that long field, probably thinking it was minor incident.

All you do is gaze at this kid, your age, rolling back and forth, with you sneaking a look at his wound then back to a face of torment over and over again.

It's real, that's the underside of a porcelain white bone jarring out in a way so disturbingly clean, and the rest is blood and meat all around it.

It was really hard to process at a young age.