Can't remember if I posted but yes, on my bike. Have since dislocated the other shoulder too, which eventually turned into more of a problem actually. Bah.

Oh I had a lot of fun. We lived near a small patch of woods back then, and there was a stream running through them. I can remember coming home and my Grandmother hosing me off in the backyard, while telling me..."You're a little girl! You're not supposed to look or smell like that!"

My Mother would just start laughing and tell her it takes a lot of dirt to make a pretty flower grow.

There were days I came home so cruddy she hung up a couple tarps and made me strip in the back yard, then hosed me off before she'd let me in the house. lol

I was NOT a Barbie-Play House kind of girl. Drove my Grandmother nuts. lol

Hope she's ok for your holiday, sounds like she got off lightly considering how she fell!

I broke my wrist when I was about 8, walking to school on a winter's day. I slipped on some ice and my (then considerable) bulk went down on my wrist. I got through the school day not thinking much about it, but it was hugely swollen come home time, so we went to A&E and I had a cast on for a month.

I fractured my other wrist about 8 years ago coming off my bike; I was out riding and took a corner too quick on a gravel road, the tyres didn't get any purchase and I slid off into a wall. I had a huge bruise on my leg that covered all my shin. :)

I've also had various cracked ribs from karate and my nose busted once or twice, but no breaks. Still hurts like feck though.

 

Oscar broke his arm toboganning down the stairs on a tea tray.  Idiot child.

Something about fruit and trees springs to mind...

Haha, awesome. I'm not sure I ever tried a tea tray but I definitely used to used things to slide down the stairs. Luckily didnt break anything doing it.

The clues were there, Mr B & Chrisss.  Straight flight of stairs ending with a square of floor and a wall

Hope she's better for the holiday!

Fractures are essentially small breaks, right?

I fractured my left shoulder at school while pro-wrestling in the playground (on grass) and fractured my right elbow about a year later playing football on concrete.
Both times I carried on and didn't go to the hospital until after i'd got home.
Think I broke my right hand about 5/6 years ago punching a patio door. Never had it checked out but feel pain sometimes in the cold.

Pro-wrestling! I didn't think they paid schoolkids to do it. But siriusly that is a good amount of broken bits you have there. Is there a good story for punching a patio door? 

I once punched a car window quite hard after it (the car) was accelerated at me on a zebra crossing. That hurt a little bit for a couple of days but definitely not a break. I hope your story is gooderer.

I believe a fracture it just a break, but the bone stays together.

If it separates or breaks through the skin, I believe it's then called a compound fracture.

I could be wrong on it to some degree, but it's what I was told many many years ago.

The old memory ain't what it used to be anymore. :)

Well it should be a good story, it was the last time I drank alcohol...but as the following events have been mostly relayed by others I can't go into much detail.

It was a friends birthday party at the house they were renting. I had consumed quite a bit and watched while others swung (briefly) on a chandelier. I apparently decided to have a go with lots of enthusiasm and ended up pulling the chandelier from the ceiling. Not so much it fell on the floor but it was hanging off quite a bit.
I guess because others had been swinging from it and my probably babbling "Sorry" a lot I wasn't thrown out.
Instead I carried on dancing in the living room and popping in and out to where people where talking and smoking. The last time I tried walking out thee patio door must have been shut and I walked into it. I then punched it and smashed it. Probably got told to go home then which I did and then fell asleep.
Woke up the next morning with my hand hurting a lot and my mobile ringing. Some friends asked if I knew what had happened and when I said I didn't told me the above (it became talked about a bit whenever I saw some of them, not so much anymore).

A few days later I went round and saw the damage which I then paid to get repaired - I'm not sure if they ever told the landlord what had happened or not.
I felt ill from the alcohol for a few days afterwards and decided that this was the last time I was going to drink. The pain from the hand kind of went away after a while and I was distracted by making sure I didn't drink while out (I was going to gigs 3 - 4 times a week at this point).

As for pro-wrestling, I guess I could have said "wrestling in the playground" but wanted to make it clear (to USAians) it wasn't like college wrestling.

Just read that a fracture and a break are the same thing.

We are flying Tuesday and she is having a smaller cast fitted on Monday. Be easier for her than the long one she has now.

That will be nice for her. Will they let her pick a color for it?

When my daughter broke hers they let pick a color for her cast, then later on, her and her friends decorated it. :)

Yes, she had a choice of red, blue, pink, purple and (I think they did it anyway) yellow. Not surprisingly pink the first time although she said maybe purple tomorrow.

We've got a waterproof cover for the cast so she'll still be able to go in the pool.

My daughter had pink the first time, then when the other arm came into play a few years later, she went with a light purple one called lilac. They had a dark purple one too, but she didn't really care for it. She's a big light pastel fan.

Surprisingly she went for red :O I am shocked.

I used to be a member of a working men's club and the elderly guys in there were all light pastel fans too.

Light pastel slacks were the order of the day, usually paired with an overly bright shirt and grey slip-ons.

 :-&

My relatives were banned from this club for a few weeks for general rowdiness, e.g. dancing on the tables.

And it's also where my great aunt (who was probably in her eighties) drank me under the table.

 

Now there's a mental image no one wants!