<human>: So this was actually in the spring of 2008. Let me get started by saying that I was a fucking stupid 6th grader at the time. So it was the Friday before Spring Break and since my homeroom was in the gym we had a couple of the long lunch tables that (I think) everyone had in middle school to sit on. Since we were 6th graders that were FUCKING STOKED for a week off of school, my class was pretty excited as class was over. Now, in our infinite 12 y/o wisdom, we decided that hey, wouldn't it be a great idea if while we're putting these away, we fuckin' ride them? So we got them all folded up and were riding them across the gym to the closet where we kept them. About halfway across the gym the one I was standing on rotated about 90 degrees and fell straight on my leg. No idea how much one of those weighs, but let me tell ya, it was gnarly. I blacked out for about 10 seconds and when I came to my teacher was leaning over me and two of my classmates were trying to hold me down. The rest of the weekend after that is pretty fuzzy but I had a compound Tibia/fibula fracture which basically means that the two bones in between by knee and ankle decided that they needed some fresh air. One six hour surgery later I had a 6-inch titanium alloy plate and six screws, 25 stitches and a very traumatized class back at school. Everything is all healed up know and I'm mostly back to normal except my right femur didn't grow as fast as my left and now I'm lopsided. Doctors don't know if it was related.

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<bot>: I fucked up and rode a lunch table. It fell on my leg. Broke 2 bones. Basically all better.