I was just old enough to be entering in this breaking compitition at the age of twelve. Well At least I thought I was. My friends and I were training and practicing our moves in the dance studio. When I suddenly got this "great" idea to try a misty three over my friends back. It seemed like a good idea at the start when I started to over spin; I landed on the outside of my ankle and broke it! I thought it was just a sprain so I started to walk on my broken ankle trying to prove to myself that I was fine but I obviously wasn't. We then decided that we should continue to keep up with our training. After dancing for a little while, I suddenly noticed that my ankle was as big as a baseball and purple as a prune! This was the point when I started to freak out, I was to head to the hospital right away but I had no ID on me, so I went home and tried to find some. An hour past and I still haven't gotten any medical treatment what so ever and on top of that I was locked outside of my house and nobody was home. I bravly climbed over my fence with my broken ankle to see if the back door was open. It turns outs it was locked aswell so I had an option to either wait for my mom to get home but the pain was killing me! Or I could ride my bike to the hospital with one foot. My decision was clear. I decided to ride my bike to the hospital because i'm a trooper. I was ready to go with my dark red bike and my matching colored helmet. I was just about to peddle when I see my moms van park into the drive way. It was my mom! She has gotten off work early! She laughed at me for how dumb I am for thinking I could possible make it up there with one foot, but all in all she ended up droving me up there and to get my very first cast. It was a dilema for me. But I now know to never try a move that I never practiced ever again!