When I was younger playing on my dad's low loader with my toy gun, by accident I dropped it over the side. I did my best by leaning over the wheel arch to get my gun under the encouragement of my big sister Maria when I fell off. Breaking my arm, both my sisters were roaring with laughter while I was screaming with pain. 6 weeks later after having the plaster cut off my dad bought me a new Bmx bike for being brave. Then my big sister decided to test whether my arm had healed up properly by sticking a broom handle through the front spokes of my new bike sending me flying. I GOT LUCKY NO MORE BREAKS!