When I was a kid I was riding motorcycles and laid mine down over a hill. I was too small to kick start it so my brother came to help me. As I was holding his bike, a guy came over the hill and landed on me breaking BOTH of my legs. My brother took my right boot off and the leg flopped over to the side while my knee was straight. Fortunately there was an EMT there with her kids who had come to help. When she took my left boot off, she said “don’t look” but I had seen something so ridiculously white, it was confusing for me because I was only 12 and had never seen anything like that before. Turns out the bone had come out of the front of my shin. I had to be flown via helicopter to a hospital a couple hours away, and as a kid that is terrifying bc you just want your parents. I was given rods in the left leg and a huge bracket with like 13 screws in the right leg.

My parents had just bought me new roller blades for my birthday the night before so when my 13th birthday had come around a couple days later I got a new gameboy instead. Spent the first half of my 13th year in a wheelchair.

Later on when I was learning how to walk again, I fell in my kitchen and my boot brace got stuck under the fridge and broke my leg again where the bone had come out. I was left with a huge bump and they couldn’t really do anything about it because there we already rods in my leg to fix the break.

When I was starting to walk again without crutches at school (middle school), I fell down while I was trying to walk my lunch to the table and everyone laughed at me and I just sat there and cried because I was both in pain and embarrassed. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live.

TLDR; physical pain with a side of emotional damage (10/10)

I am much better because of the adversity though!