Broken Collarbone #2
In some ways I actually think i deserved this one. I was about 10, so around 2 years after broken collarbone #1 incident.

My brother, lying flat on the ground in our front garden by the driveway, summons me over to him. Me being somewhat insecure and always wanting to be part of my brothers older, infinitely cooler crowd, runs over to see why on earth he and his mates would be interested in little old moi.

With his knees tucked into his chest and the soles of his feet pointing to the sky, just like a nice comfortable pedestal, he asks me if i want to sit on his legs. To play. Like a "fun, wobbly chair" if you will.

I tentatively perch my backside onto his feet and lift my legs in the air. No sooner had the smile broken out across my face in acknowledgement of such a friendly, brotherly gesture when ...

WHAM!!!

He shoots his legs bolt upright, fully extending them with all his 16 years of might.

I get air. BIG air.

And land, with all the finesse of Lisa Riley attempting a pirouette on an ice rink after her 20th bottle of Blue WKD.

Onto the driveway.

The concrete driveway.

At least i didnt cushion my landing with my face though, but my shoulder didnt do such a great job, which is how i got broken collarbone #2.

Cheers bruv.

You cunt.
(inspoken, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:45, Reply)