It was Nov. 16, the day after my mom's friend's funeral. I loved flipping on the bars until that day. Flipping without feet. ONly hands. I fell to the ground, unconsious. I got up and crawled to the door, moaning in pain. I couldn't move my fingers, and I was scared to death that it was broken. I came in, got a tensor/bandage on, and my mom picked me up to go to the hospital. When i got the x-ray, the doctor walked in saying it was broken. I sit here in a fiberglass cast, just waiting to get it off.
P.S I broke my right radius