I realized that I left out one of my best injury stories! When I was 12, my friend and I devised a pogo-stick obstacle course. I was hopping down a flight of stairs in the alley behind my house, when I didn't jump high enough off the last step and wiped out. I broke my ankle, had to wear a cast for about 6 weeks, and then had to go to physical therapy for 4 months.
Once again, I don't really have a picture that goes with this story, so here's a picture of the hot dog, coffee and donut shop that I'm going to miss... For awhile, Tom and I would stop here every morning before court.
Good thing i didn't get you a BB gun.
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