When I was in Hawaii, as a young Army Brat at Schofield Barracks, I broke my arm. It was about this time of year, because I remember having the cast and it dampening my plans for “sprinkler day” at school before it was supposed to let out for the summer. On “sprinkler day”, all of the other kids brought their towels and played in the sprinklers all afternoon.
I remember running through the play ground one afternoon and tripping over a stick. That’s all. Nothing exciting like falling out of a tree—I tripped over a stick. It did afford me the opportunity to milk the situation, I’m sure—especially as I now have kids, I bet I maximized it it every way I could.
I was happy to find a picture of it in the slides I recently scanned—it is definitely a memory from my childhood…as well as missing “sprinkler day.”