Originally Posted by thedemographic

I was at the park just after watching the matrix and was just completely stoked. I was a little kid who was gullible so I go up this long winding steel slide and thinking about how cool the end of the movie was when neo flew. I slid down the long winding slide and jumped off half way thinking I could fly. I thought the worst that could happen was that the "matrix" would tell me that I'm hurt and mess up some pixels. I fall then I hear a crack on my forearm followed by excruciating pain. I cry out for my mom who tells me to stop being a crybaby,obviously not seeing what transpired. Later that night I could not sleep because of the pain so I go to my parent's room, my dad makes me an impromptu cardboard sling at 1:00 AM. This does not help at all but me being a kid Im afraid to tell my parents again and risking them getting angry again. So for about a week I grin and bear without my precious cardboard sling (sic).
I couldn't bear the discomfort anymore so I pleaded to my parents to me to the doctor and they begrudgingly agreed. The doctor told my parents that my forearm was broken in two places but that was not the worst part. He told my parents because they waited so long to get help that he would have to REBREAK MY ARM because it was healing incorrectly. He said he had to do it now because It was getting progressively worse and he could not give any painkillers due to my age. I was told to look away and close my eyes then BAM I feel a pain twice as bad the first break. I describe it as if someone a dropped a cement brick from a skyscraper directly on my arm as rusty bolts pierce every inch of my body. I pass out and hit the tile floor as the doctor's assistants fail to grab me. I spend the next two weeks nursing a grade 2 concussion and a broken arm in hospital bed cursing the day that I watched the Matrix.