Little story from my life⁠⁠

When I was five years old, my mom took me to my grandmother! Mom told me to listen to grandma because she's smart! (I'm dumb)


I was a kid with behavioral problems! I had a lot of energy! VERY LOT OF ENERGY !!!! And I decided to put a lot of pillows on the floor and fall on them! But when I jumped ... My hand cracked very loudly, I was afraid of what my grandmother would say, so I lied to her that I was using the other hand because I was playing! Later my mom found out about it and took me to the hospital! Triple arm fracture with displacement! And there are many more such stories, let's say I have a scar in the form of a smiley on my hand!