When I was eight years old, I was playing with some other kids and we were taking turns riding down a hill in a wagon. When it was my turn, I stood up and wobbled about 20 feet, tipped over and broke my left wrist. I didn’t know it was broken. It just looked swollen and twisted and not right. I went home and showed it to my mother who got hysterical and started yelling
and screaming, and she drove me to the doctor’s office. It didn’t hurt at all, and actually, it was a generally good experience because I got a lot of attention and sympathy and some good toys. The doctor I had to visit regularly to have my cast changed was located near a pet store, and I had an aquarium at the time. Whenever we went to the doctor’s office, I was allowed to go to the pet store and get a fish or a decorative item for the aquarium. The best thing I got was a plastic diver wearing scuba gear. The diver was turquoise and the scuba tank and fins were yellow and it was about six inches long and it bubbled. Also, I was excused from gym class, which I hated.
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