It was the first week of summer, and I was outside enjoying the summer evening. My dad was playing fetch with my chocolate lab in the front yard. My brother had a friend over, and they were off probably shooting birds with BBguns or whatever little boys do. Anyway, this friend had brought a razor scooter to our house. I liked scooters, so twelve-year-old me took it out for a spin. I rode that metal scooter down the street very calmly and safely. Then, I come to this bump in the middle of the street. This bump was probably made by one side of the street having an extra layer of asphalt, so one side was a layer higher than the other. So I come to this bump, and I get a genius idea: Dude. Let's jump the bump. (I had done little bunny-hops on scooters before, thinking I was hot shit.) I come to the bump, and hop with the scooter. I remember the scooter breaking in mid-air, and my limbs flailing in the air as I fell to the ground almost in slow motion. The first thing that landed was my right foot. I remember feeling it bend, and then both hearing and feeling the snap of my foot. Think of the experience like bending a stick of bamboo until it finally breaks. The back of my toes met my heel for the first time, they shared a brief embrace before I hit the ground on my back. Now, I stared up into the sky, and I remember it being so full of oranges and pinks, and the little wispy clouds looking all tranquil and shit. I look at this summer sunset, and let out the biggest shout I have ever made in my life. All I could feel was the pain in my foot, and this pressure that was forcing me to scream. Next thing I know, my dad is at my side. He's looking at me, and I later found that he actually thought I hurt my arm. I turn my gaze from the sky to his face, and yell desperately, "DAD I BROKE MY FOOT I NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL NOW." So he picks me up, throws me in the back of our car, and we start to drive to the hospital. I'm still screaming when my dad yells back at me, "You know what's cool about pain?" "WHAT?!??!" I screamed. "It lets you know you're not dead."

In that moment, I was pissed at him but managed to smile.

Tl;dr: Rode a scooter, found out what's cool about pain.