Storytime: when i was 8 i fell down a hole in a playground and broke my arm. My dad was with me and decided to document the experience. Photo 1: sitting on the hood of my dads car before going to the hospital. Photo 2: in the hospital waiting to have my arm set. Photo 3: in the cast on my grandmother’s porch. It was mother’s day. I went on to break my arm four more times for a total of six.