Broken Arm

This is the wall that I fell off when I broke my arm back when I was a kid. I was not allowed to climb this wall or the roof on the other side. I disobeyed my parents and was so worried that I would get in trouble for the crime, so I lied. I told them that I was riding a wheely on my bike and flipped over the handle bars. I had no cuts, scrapes, or scratches, so I think they knew my injury was not caused by misdaventure on a bike. All I had was a bone poking through my left arm and a lot of pain.