My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 3: The Jinx

I broke my third bone two weeks after having my cast removed for my right wrist (My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 2: Octopus boy). Do you believe in jinxes? The day I got my cast removed, my Dad laughed ‘hey, wouldn’t it be really funny if you broke your middle finger and had to walk…

My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 2: Octopus boy

One year after breaking my first bone (click here if you haven’t read it yet), it happened again. It was the spring-autumn-winter of the early 2000’s. I was in Year 6, my last year of primary school. Back then, every kid looked forward to being the Year 6’s of the school. You were the oldest…

My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 1: The Fallen and The Dancer

I was about seven years old, it was seven something in the morning, and little did I know, I was about to break my first bone, specifically my left wrist. Both my parents worked in the city and as a result I was dropped off early in the morning at ‘before school day-care’ which was…