When I was 10, I was wearing my favorite jumper, it was brown and white, when I broke my arm. It was a nasty, gnarly compound fracture. The jumper had big white buttons on the shoulders they could've easily unbuttoned to take it off but instead they cut it off. I was so sad because loved it so much. I guess the doctors knew what they were doing but I've never gotten over it. Not that it would still fit or anything.
I spent an entire month in the hospital and had the time of my life. My own TV, I got to pick out my own food, brothers and sisters not allowed to visit, my uncle Pete brought me chewing gum and books. The only drawbacks were the traction and the bedpan. But I thought it was really fun to be away from home.
