honestly the time i broke my arm i was 3 so i only know the story back a long long time ago when i was a little girl my mother wanted me to go to pre-school so she enrolled me in tutor time a child care facility one day in the yard an administrator thought it would be fine if i was to stand on a basket ball she stood there and watched me get on the ball me in semi balance i shifted to one side and fell trying to catch myself with my little right arm it broke leaving my self in confusion as to why i could not move my arm when my mother came to pick me up (note: the did not call my parents) she asked my i was not moving my arm nor running to hug her they told her i fell and she took me home later that night i still did not move my arm she called our family physician he said to bring me in and he would check it out he looked at me and said there was no was it could be broken because i was not crying but just so my mother would stop freaking out he took x-rays and sure enough it was broken i left that day with a pink cast and had it for 2 months