When I was in 3rd grade, it was a Friday, and I had been trying out roller blades for the past few weeks, only blading around my floors, as we had hardwood. So on that day, for whatever reason, I had the genious idea of going down to the local school, that had a gigantic empty lot. My mom and brother went away, and I started skating, it was only about an hour later when things took a turn for the worse. After that, I was coming down a long hill. My leg took a sharp bend, and I slammed down onto the hard concrete. So after that (I was in so much pain, It hurt to talk) eventually my brother walked past, his eyes went wide, and ran as fast as he possibly could to get my mom. At this point, my leg was in a sharp bend, I still had my skates on, and I couldn't move.
Half an hour later I was in the ER, a awful nurse came over while I was in a wheelchair, moved my leg (I didn't know it at the time, but I had broke my femur in 3 different places) and I screamed in pain, then was the X-Rays, which was neccisary to know what to do in the surgery, which there were 3 in the first wave, and then 5 more, after they realized they didn't know what they were looking at. After which they tried to explain what the procedure was, and how they would go about remaking the bone. After that it was a mostly normal recovery, but I still had X-Rays every week after it to see how the bone and the wound was going.