I broke my right arm six times.
I broke my left arm once.
I crack my knuckles. And most of my joints crack because they feel like it.
In 2002 the the mayor of New Jersey's son pulled my arm out of my socket on the school bus.
My 'friend' smashed my finger with a rock and broke it.
I was allergic to cow milk when I was a baby so I went on goat's milk.
I've never met my grandparents.
I would have two brothers and a sister, but my mom got sick and miscarried.
I had tubes in my ears (I had constant ear infections) when I was little.
The way I learned how to ride my bike with out training wheels was, getting on my mom's nerves about constantly taking it outside over and over again. Then her throwing it on the ground because I'm so annoying, and causing the training wheels to break. And sure enough I learned how to ride it.
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