The First of Many

Since I started the broken bones subject, here's what caused the first one I can remember. We were living on Pear Street in Reading at the time. I was about 4 or 5 years of age. Melody and I were having a grand time jumping on the living room sofa when all of a sudden she decided to push me while I was in mid-air. Imagine that - a big sister picking on her darling little brother! Anyway, I landed funny on one of my ankles (don't remember which one) and - crack! - another trip to the hospital. Ever since then, I've tried never to turn my back on Mel! (just kidding, sis)