Unfiltered Story #293080

When I was in 6th grade, I broke my arm pretty badly at school. I was running at recess and tripped over a cement block in the schoolyard and fell on my right (dominant) arm, breaking both bones right in half. I had to wear a plaster cast for at least 6 weeks.

During this time, I was at home and I’d asked my mom to get me something. Maybe a drink or whatever, it doesn’t matter. She gave the typical mom answer.

Mom: Is your arm broken?
Me: *looks down at broken arm* Yes it is.

I know this sounds like a joke but it 100% happened.