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Well, it's the second week of holidays, and the second week of me sharing a story about how I stupidly hurt myself over Christmas.
When my youngest sister was five or six years old, she got a tiny trampoline for Christmas. It was about one meter across. Even though my brothers and I were high schoolers, of course we wanted to play with it too. Every kid wants a trampoline, but my parents never let me and my brothers have one because it was dangerous.
My parents thought that a tiny trampoline would not be dangerous. They were wrong.
In the middle of the night, after I finished my homework, I went to bounce on the tiny trampoline. I jumped as high as I could and tried do a backflip. Crack! I landed on my arm. I couldn't move my hand. I started to panic. But I didn't panic because it hurt. I panicked because I didn't want to tell my parents that I broke my wrist with a baby trampoline at 2:00 AM.
The next day, I could move my hand. It wasn't broken, just a little bit swollen. Of course, I never told my family what I did.