My First Broken Arm Research Paper

ver the course of my life, just as anyone else, I have had countless injuries. Most were minuscule, but a few have been extremely drastic. Out of all of them though, having broken both of my arms tops the charts. Although not having broken them at the same time, after these experiences I have acted in a cautious manner lest I repeat history.
When I was three I was adventurous, to the point that I would perform very dangerous activities. My favorite “activity” was to jump over the couch. As you can imagine this lead to my first broken arm. “Your arm is fine,” claimed my mother when I told her that I broke it. She then reached for my arm and had barely moved it when I screamed out in pain. After hearing this, my father picked me up and told my