I Have Broken My Left Arm Before

I think I was 8 when I broke my left arm. I saw a bird building a nest in the tree outside and I wanted to help. So I got some rocks, painted them to look like eggs, and brought a wobbly stool out. I proceeded to stand on the stool, on the wobbly ground, to put the eggs up in the nest, and ended up losing my balance and falling right on top of my left arm and broke it. I can't remember how long I had a cast for, but it wasn't fun.