We were playing red rover in the school's north side playlot. The year, I think it was 1972 or so. There was a large mix of all different students playing, older and younger. It was also a partial gravel partially paved area at that time. While running back and forth accross the area I tripped over one of the younger kids racing from one side to the other, fell and my left arm snapped - about half way down my forearm.

I rememeber my first words were "I broke my (expletive deleted) Arm!" I swore loud enough that Mr. Williams, who was the Principal at the time, came over to reprimand me about my behavior. When he saw my arm hanging in a V from elbow to wrist, his reaction was open mouthed astonishment!

I also distinctly remember fixing a sling for my arm myself, which the ambulance person/EMT complimented me on. Through the haze of many years, I don't even remember much pain, until the healing started and the itching of the cast nearly drove me crazy.