I remember an incident when I was about 7/8 years old playing outside with friends trying out some somersault moves. We were having so much fun and the best part of the game was outdoing each other and having the best complete somersault move. Those who couldn't do a complete one were mercilessly taunted and laughed at. Borrowed Image Not wanting to be laughed at, I of course pulled my best moves and was the pro for the many rounds we did. Well, that was until I was thrown off balance and unceremoniously landed on my right arm with a huge thud. My arm hit a stone and the end result of the impact was an open fracture {need to know how bad it was? a couple of decades later, I still have a scar on my arm}. A bleeding arm and a bone sticking out were not enough to deter me from doing somersaults; after crying for a couple of minutes due to the pain I was back in the game. No need to stop having fun just because of some minor inconvenience, it wasn't worth it. In retrosp...
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