CBG Memories: The Cracked Wrist

As I mentioned yesterday, I’ve decided that once a week I’ll tell a story from my life that (hopefully) my kids can enjoy some day when they’re older. It could be a funny story, a love story, a coming-of-age story, a morality tale, or even just a bunch of memories about a certain place or person. In the end, they’re just random stories that will ultimately give my kids an idea of who their father was.


Growing up as a kid, my family moved around quite a bit. Dad worked at a bank and had worked his way up to being manager. Back in the late 70’s & early 80’s, branch managers moved around often…”graduating” to larger branches.

When my dad left banking as a career, he entered into the restaurant business and moved the family to his home town in the early 80’s.

As you can imagine, it was a bit difficult to keep and maintain friends…especially when I’d only be in a school for two years at a time before having to start over again in another school. I think this is why I’m a bit of an extrovert now…I used my personality to (hopefully) make friends and make kids laugh. Of course, I also got into trouble with teachers a lot, too…but that was to be expected, I think.

This move to my dad’s home town was the final move I had as a kid (of course, I say that but I still ended up going to two different elementary schools while in sixth grade). I began to make friends at the second school and after a couple of weeks was told about a weekly hot-spot for kids.

What was this hot spot? The roller-skating rink.

The Alfran was a building where, every Friday evening, all of the local underage kids would go to hang out and roller-skate to their favourite tunes. I asked my parents to go one night and they agreed. I was hoping to meet up with some of my new friends and forge some stronger bonds (or something like that…I was in sixth grade…what the heck did I know about “bonding relationships”??).

I need to stress that I’d never roller-skated before. Ever.

So my folks dropped me off and I strapped on some roller-skates and tried to find my friends. I don’t remember seeing many people that I recognized, but I remember vividly the songs that were playing as the kids skated round and round in a circle.

And yes…kids who were “dating” even held hands to this song:

At this point the night is a little blurry. All I know is that I was skating by myself and my legs started flying out from under me. Without hesitation, I braced my fall with my left arm. I immediately felt a sharp pain in my wrist and I knew my night was done.

The pain wasn’t overwhelming, but it was enough that I just wanted to go home. I called my mom to come pick me up. I felt bad because I was leaving early but I didn’t see a lot of my new friends so I didn’t mind that much, either.

As soon as I saw my mom enter the building, I broke down in tears. I can’t exactly explain why, but the pain suddenly felt worse and I felt as though everything I had been holding in to make myself look “tough” in front of these other kids just didn’t matter when my mom walked through the door and I could just let it all out.

I don’t know if that feeling has ever gone away.

I didn’t break my wrist…it was only a cracked bone. To this day, it’s the only bone I ever broke. But the bond I made with my mom on that night has never been broken.


2 thoughts on “CBG Memories: The Cracked Wrist

  1. First of all, props on the Duran Duran. 😉

    Secondly, yep. I feel your pain. Literally. I did the exact same move ‘cept I was doing the Hokey Pokey at the time. Leaving all of my friends to pick on me with my wrapped wrist… asking “Maybe the Hokey Pokey really IS what it’s all about!”


    And yes, your reaction to your mother. Common among most kids and mommies. 🙂

  2. how funny – not ha-ha funny – but the only bone I broke was my wrist too. In kindergarten I broke mine “showing off” to the “big kids” by sitting on the roof of the car while I was waiting for my mom, and when my sister opened the door, out my legs went from under me, and down I fell. Breaking my wrist. Smooth 😉

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