Shower with Dad fixed
At 13 years old, spending a good part of my summer with a broken arm was not ideal, but what choice did I have? It was my own fault; I'd slid into home hard, intending to cream the catcher if he didn't get out of my way. He didn't, and I did cream him, but when he fell, it was directly on my right arm. I'd never felt that much pain before! But the pain pills made up for that, after the bone was set and my arm put in a cast. Thankfully I didn't have to worry about school, but for at...