July is the most dangerous month for me. It started when I was in 4th grade, when I broke my left arm due to a freak accident. I was doing an acrobatic stunt in a fence. That was July 19, 1999.
I don’t know how or why but I just suddenly became wary every time July comes.
Because of over-thinking, something bad happened to me in the last day of July 2004. What’s funny it’s that I broke the same arm… in another accident… again! The first time was because of a foolish acrobatic stunt; now, it’s just playing pick-up basketball.
Even my brother’s first reaction is shock and amusement when he saw my arm broken. I don’t feel bad that he reacted that way.
What’s ironic is that our family initially planned to check our bone density that day. And because of the accident, I think it’s just me who needs constant check in my bone density.