Breaks

Today was a disaster I couldn't get a front handspring to save my life. I crashed into the vault table over fifteen times I kept telling myself the only thing thats going to hurt me was the vault table which aparently wasn't working cause I constantly kept running into it insted of going over it. Even though I kept running into the vault and never really got hurt my poor brother was on the parallel bars and is in the hospital right now for a possibly broken hand so we are wiating to find out how he's doing. Although if it is his broken it's not anything new to this family we have had more broken bones than you can think of. My brother the oldest broke his right arm twice and left arm once, when we were really little I pushed him off a chair and droped him off a top bunk, but the bunk bed was an accident. I broke my arm on a trampoline and broke my foot when I ran it over with a four wheeler and my other sister who's ten broke her arm when we were playing in the car getting ready to go somewhere and got it shut in a car door and broke her other arm when she was being pulled on a scooter with a bike and fell over "DUMN IDEA" and she broke it again when she fell from the monkey bars and broke her sternum jumping from the tree to the trampoline and missed. My other sister who's eight broke her foot on an exercise wheel when she triped over it and my youngest sister who's seven broke her leg riding on my cousin's lap on a bike she slid forward and got her leg cought in the spokes. My mom broke her collarbone. I don't think my dad has broke anything and hopfully we won't have any more breaks.