Personal Narrative: When I Break My Hip

I once was in a break-dancing club so I could try new things out. During one club meeting, some members taught me how to train myself to do a handstand. I was trying it out on my own, without any help and I ended up falling in a strange way that led me to break my hip (there was a crack in my femur). After my recovery, I had to deal with some social stresses at school. Friends and teachers would lightly joke about how careless I must have been. I was even nicknamed 'Grandpa', naturally because I broke my hip. The jokes were funny at first, but it shortly started to annoy me. They also caused me to feel very embarrassed and disappointed in myself, so I become overly self-conscious. After days went by, a stranger informed me that I went through