Oh my... this should be fun!
When I was about 10 I broke my pinky (tripping over my own feet) and it was my dad who noticed it was rotated. Thanks dad! So they numbed me up, waited too long and set it. That was fun!
When I was about 13 I broke my wrist swinging on a vine! Just call me Jane.
Crushed it kinda like a pop can. My mom was teaching a 4-H baking class and the interuption ruined at least one project.
When I was abour 16 I broke both elbows rollerblading. I was in WI for the big air show in Osh Kosh. That was a fun ER trip. Dad swore it was only jammed so it was about 2hrs later when we finally went. The x-rays hurt so bad that they gave me a shot of demerol after and vicodine for the rest of the vacation. It wasn't until we got home and saw my own othopedist that we learned both were broke.
When I was 23ish I re-broke my right elbow when I flipped over the handle bars of my bike (hit a too big curb). This time I skipped the ER. I knew it was broken and I knew all they would do was put me in a sling.
Since then I've also severely sprained my right ankle and probably jammed or broken a toe or two. I also broke a lot of toes playing soccer as a kid.
Ya, I'm super coordinated!
I also once managed to pull all the tendons/ligaments between my hips and tail bone. I think that was worse than any broken bone... it still hurts to sit in one spot too long.