For as long as Howard could remember, his best friend had always been a klutz. It all started back in kindergarten when their teacher introduced the new scrawny purple-haired classmate. The kid's mom had actually walked him through the door (automatically uncool in the world of crayons and naptimes) and he'd been hiding behind her leg the entire time. He clung to the hem of her tweed skirt, small tears threatening to trickle down his cheeks. They both walked back out into the hall for a private moment while all the other kids gathered in a circle in front of the teacher's rocking chair.

Five minutes later, the new (uncool) kid walked through the door with a meek smile. His grey hoodie was zipped, obscuring a red T-shirt from view. His jeans were a bit too baggy for his small frame and were cinched at the waist with a belt hidden beneath his hoodie. They partially covered the purple and white sneakers he wore on his feet, excess material getting caught under his heels. A long red scarf was coiled around his neck, the long portion in the back flowing behind him like a cape. Messy purple hair fluttered in front of his eyes as he bounced around the room, stumbling a bit as he went, trying to find a place to sit. Nobody budged, not even Howard. This kid was already labeled as a baby and he did not want to be known as one too.

Howard watched as he made a full circuit, blue eyes pleading to the teacher before staring at the floor. The teacher (we'll call her Missus…um…Smith? Howard never bothered to remember her name) let out a sigh and walked over to the boy. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she said, "Class, this is Randall Cunningham. He'll be joining us-"

"Randy." Every kindergartener gasped. Howard gaped. Nobody, nobody, interrupted the teacher! That was a rule established in, like, preschool! Interruptions got you a time out for ten whole minutes! Howard's opinion of the new kid was slowly starting to change. If he interrupted without making eye contact, he had guts. He wasn't a baby and he wasn't afraid. Yeah, this kid had guts.

"Randall, please don't interrupt," Ms. Smith said quietly but sternly. Heidi told Howard about this particular teacher. She was strict with manners and had no tolerance for bad behavior, but allowed for crucial playtime and fun. If you got on her bad side, you'd never hear the end of it. Did this Randy kid have any idea what he was getting himself into?

"Randy." Apparently not. Randy slowly looked up to meet his teacher's gaze. He shrunk back slightly, but persisted. "Um…call me Randy please. I like Randy better." He shuffled his feet. "Sorry for in-inter…interrupt?" The boy offered a shy smile which Ms. Smith returned.

"I'll let it go this time Randy," she replied. "Please remember not to do it again. If you want to speak or ask a question, please raise your hand. Ok?"

"Ok!" Randy agreed happily. Howard's eyes widened. The new kid got away with it? Well, he was new to the school and-wait! They were all new to the elementary school! Maybe it was because this kid didn't go to preschool with them.

"Howard," Ms. Smith addressed, "Would you mind making room for Randy next to you?" Why yes, yes he did! But he didn't have much of a choice, so he moved to his left. Better to be closer to Bucky than to Randy.

Being on the other side of the circle, Randy had to make his way around all of the other children to get to his designated spot. This, unfortunately, put him straight in the path of Bash. Howard could only watch as Bash ever-so-slightly stuck out his leg. The effect was instantaneous.

With a small cry of surprise, Randy tripped. The carpeted floor was rushing up to meet his face and he stuck his hands out to stop his nose from colliding with it. He grunted as his palms slid across the course surface, ending up sprawled out on his stomach. His hands stung from rug burn, but he was quick to shake it off. The teacher was by his side in an instant. She had seen it happen, but it had occurred faster than she could shout. "Are you ok?" she whispered. Randy turned his head to face her and smiled.

"Yeah," he said, "I'm clumsy!" He stated this fact with a fair amount of pride. Within seconds, he was bouncing on the balls of his feet, making his way over to Howard with that silly grin plastered on his face. Plopping down between two very bewildered students, he gave both a quick wave. The teacher shook her head and ran a hand through her hair.

"Bash, please come out in the hall with me," she demanded. The brunette slowly stood and followed her to the door. "The rest of you, try to get to know each other. I realize that you all went to the same preschool, but I'm sure most of you were in separate classes. I'll only be a minute." With the door still open so she could survey the kids from the doorway, she began talking quietly to the child she was reprimanding. All but one child's attention was drawn to the secret conversation outside. Gotta love kindergarten gossip…

"Hi, I'm Randy," the boy greeted. Turning to Howard, he asked, "Who're you?"

"Um…my name's Howard…" he mumbled back. Somehow, the hyperactive five-year old heard him.

"Howard? I like that name!" Randy exclaimed. His expression morphed into one of complete shock. "Oh my cheese, is that a Squid Buster shirt?" Howard's eyes travelled to the shirt he was wearing. Oh yeah, he was wearing his Squid Buster t-shirt!

"Yeah!" he answered, nodding enthusiastically. "Wait, you play?"

"Of course! That game is bruce! My mom lets me play on her laptop when she's too busy to take me to the playground." He pouted a bit. "I haven't been there in a while. It was fun." His smile came back just as quickly as it had left. "But that doesn't matter when there's one here!" Changing the subject again, he asked, "So what level are you on?" But Howard wasn't paying attention to the question. His eyes were trained on the other boy's palms. The skin was bright red, irritated.

"Are you ok?" Howard asked instead. "Your hands…" Randy looked down and laughed a bit.

"Oh, I'm used to it," he said with a chuckle. "It doesn't bother me."

"But-"

"Don't worry, I trip a lot."

Oh what an understatement that had been!

The next incident was sometime during the spring in second grade. Hyperactive boys ran across the jungle gym, playing tag and climbing on structures they probably shouldn't have been climbing on. Randy and Howard, however, were following the rules and holding a friendly competition. Randy decided to challenge Howard, Julian, Bucky, Theresa, and Debbie Kang. The obstacle: get across the monkey bars.

"But not just any monkey bars," Randy explained with a hint of mischief in his eyes, "the big ones! You know, the ones the fourth graders use!"

"Won't we get in trouble?" Bucky asked nervously. Debbie Kang nodded in agreement.

"No silly, we're allowed to play there too!" he replied, dangling upside-down from one of the gymnastic bars. "Besides, the bars here are just as tall!" He flipped himself over the bar, easing himself into a sitting position. His legs dangled over the edge. "What could happen?"

Seeing no other counter argument, everyone consented and made a ten foot journey to the two sets of monkey bars. One was closer to the ground, mostly meant for kids shorter than four feet. The other was higher, providing platforms on both sides to land on rather than just falling to the ground. Turning to his eclectic group, Randy smirked. "Who's going first?"

Just as expected, nobody moved. Now that they were standing in front of them, those bars were really high. Everyone kind of stared at the ground and only Howard was able to meet his friend's annoyed gaze. "Um…I don't think we can reach them," he offered meekly. Randy huffed and wrapped his scarf once more around his neck, shortening the length dragging behind him.

Scrambling up on the starting platform, he extended his arms as far as they would go. His fingers brushed the cold metal. Looking over his shoulder, he smiled. "See? If I can touch them that means everyone can! I'm the shortest!"

It was true: Randy was the shortest by two inches. Julian was the tallest with Bucky and Theresa fairly close by. Debbie Kang and Howard were next in the lineup and then Randy.

"I guess I'm going first," he conceded and the other five kids let out a sigh of relief. With a small jump, Randy latched his fingers around the first bar and swung his legs. "Ok, there and back." He grunted slightly as his right hand grasped the second bar. The left soon followed until he established a steady pattern of swinging and grabbing. Howard's eyes widened in awe as he watched his best friend perilously proceed across the legendary monkey bars. No second grader had ever made it across unscathed. As Randy landed on the far platform, Howard thought that the record might be broken by the little purple-haired boy.

"Wow, he actually made it," Debbie Kang whispered. Her hands were near her mouth, fingernails just ready to be chomped on in anxiety.

"Hey," Theresa said, elbowing the other girl of the group, "You owe me a quarter and five animal crackers."

"You bet on him?" Bucky asked, clearly in shock of his classmates' under-the-snack-table dealings.

"We all did," Julian stated with a shrug. "I said that he'd be the first to try it out."

"I said that he'd make it to the platform, but fall on the way back," Theresa added.

"I thought he'd fall before he got there," Debbie Kang said.

"And I said he'd actually make it all the way," Howard commented. Bucky looked about ready to faint.

"You guys are despicable!" the blonde practically spat.

"That's a really big word…"

"Hey guys!" All five heads whipped towards the voice. Randy was on his tiptoes, waving like crazy to them. "Did you see that? I made it!" he shouted, throwing both arms up in the air. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyeing the bar above him. "I'm gonna come back now!"

"Well, hurry up Cunningham!" Howard shouted back with a smile. Softly, he added, "And you're all gonna have to pay up once he gets back here."

"I swear Howard, I'm gonna get a teacher over here!" Bucky exclaimed, glaring at his larger classmate. Howard turned away from watching Randy reach for the next bar in order to return the glare.

"You do that and you're the next to go across," Howard threatened.

"But I just came to watch!" Bucky cried.

"Well, could have watched from-" Howard's reply was cut off by a loud crack! Theresa, Debbie Kang, and Julian gasped as a pain-filled shriek met the kids' ears. Looking over Howard's shoulder, Bucky let out a cry of shock and almost did faint. Noticing the boy's expression, Howard hesitantly turned towards the source of everyone's attention and gasped as well.

As tears streamed down his face, Randy was curled up on the ground. His body sheltered his left arm as sobs wracked his body. He didn't want to look at the faces of his peers, afraid that they may laugh at his childishness and clumsiness.

"Bucky, get the teacher," Howard managed to whisper before darting over to his best friend.

After Bucky returned with the teacher, Randy was taken to the hospital. He was in school two days later with a red cast and a doctor's note to get him out of second grade gym. His arm was broken, but it was a clean break and easy enough to set. Howard and every other classmate crowded around him in an attempt to sign the cast. Bash even drew a weird symbol that looked like a 9 on it. That was the last time he was nice to either of them. Then again, there probably was a reason behind that "kindness".

"So what did I miss?" Randy asked, bouncing in his seat like usual.

"Well, you kind of started something…" Howard replied, trailing off uneasily. His eyes darted to Bash and his friends before returning to his desk.

"What?" his friend asked, tilting his head to the side. "What'd I do?"

"…Bash and his friends are trying to break their arms on the monkey bars. You know, falling on purpose."

"What?!" Randy sputtered. He burst out laughing, tears of mirth gathering at the corners of his eyes. "Why would they want to do that? It really hurts!"

"I dunno," Howard shrugged. "I guess they think it's cool to break a bone on the big monkey bars."

"That reminds me…how far did I get?"

"Huh?" The question caught Howard off-guard. Now it was his turn to be confused.

"My hands got sweaty 'cause I was nervous and I slipped and fell," Randy explained. "I…didn't exactly notice where I slipped. I was too busy with woodchips being friends with my face and my arm." Howard bit his lip. Should he tell?

…Yeah.

"You were one bar away." There, he said it and he absolutely knew he was going to regret it.

"Only one? Dude, that's like the whole thing!" Randy shouted happily. He stood up and struck a heroic pose. With his hands on his hips, he exclaimed, "I beat the monkey bars!"

Howard didn't dare to correct him that it was the other way around.

Another two years passed without a big incident. Randy tripped here and there, but didn't break another bone. Howard considered the slip a one-time thing and neither friend really mentioned it. However, it was hard to ignore the legends taking root in the second grade class. Every year, at least one second grader broke or sprained their arm trying to conquer the big kid monkey bars. Both friends dismissed it as tradition of elementary school (despite being the ones who started it).

The fourth grade incident was one that Randy was quick to forget. Years later, it seemed like he'd forgotten about it. Howard was still scared by it and never wanted to experience something like that again.

Howard didn't exactly remember the details, but he remembered a fight. It hadn't been a good day for either boy. One thing led to another and they found themselves yelling at each other on the walk home. Some unpleasant things were exchanged between them, but that wasn't the worst part of the day. It was only now that Howard realized how easily their friendship could have ended.

"You are such a shoob!" Howard shouted at the back of Randy's head. "Why would you even say that to me?"

"Do you even hear yourself?" Randy asked back, turning around to face his so-called friend. "I wasn't trying to insult you and you just call me a shoob?"

"You said I was completely wonk and stupid!" was the infuriated reply.

"I did not!" Randy yelled, much louder than before. "Are you seriously going to listen to something Bash said?"

"You laughed at me when I spelled that word wrong!"

"You spelled 'Pisa' as 'Pizza'. What not funny about that?"

"I don't have to put up with you!" Howard snapped. "In fact, I never wanted to be your friend!" The words were out of his mouth faster than he could even think them. Once he saw the devastated look come across his friend's face, he was brought back to reality. The scary thing was that he was too angry to care.

"…What?" Randy asked quietly, taking small steps backwards.

"Remember kindergarten?" He didn't wait for a response. "The teacher made me sit with you. I had other friends, but you were just so needy and I felt bad for you. And then our moms met and they became friends and that made us family friends. I never had a choice. If I did, we wouldn't be having this conversation!" The tears threatened to escape from cobalt eyes. Randy was trying to hold them back, but a few managed to run down his cheeks. He hastily wiped them away and took a few more steps backwards.

"You know what? Fine!" his broken voice cried. "I…I have other friends I can hang out with! I don't have to be around you either!" Randy took one more step back, fully intending to turn and run home to the safety of his room, when the heel of his foot met air. He gasped, twirling his arms in circles in order to regain his balance.

It was all in vain.

Randy's backpack met asphalt. His neck snapped back due to the momentum and the back of his head hit the street. Stunned, and in slight pain, he made no move to get up.

Before Howard could move, a long loud beep filled the silence. The boy's head snapped up, eyes meeting the sight of an oncoming car. It was going too fast to stop at the crosswalk.

It was too fast to avoid a collision.

Howard snapped out of the fear that paralyzed his friend. He quickly grabbed the arm of Randy's hoodie and pulled with all of his strength. Both boys went tumbling back onto the sidewalk, the smaller landing on top of the larger. The car sped by them, wind kicking up behind it, passing over the spot where Randy had fallen moments before.

After regaining his breath, Howard looked up at his friend. "Cunningham," he whispered, "You ok?" Seconds passed before Randy gave a very shaky nod, face pale and hands gripping at the sleeves of his hoodie.

"Y-yeah…" he managed to stutter. "Yeah, I-I'm fine."

"You…think you could get off of me?" Randy blanched even more before getting up, helping Howard to his feet as well. "Look," Howard said softly, "I…I didn't mean any of the stuff I said and I'm sorry."

"I-It's ok." Randy was shaking badly, arms now wrapped around his tiny torso in an attempt to comfort himself. His eyes met Howard's. "I-I'm sorry I made f-f-fun of you."

"It's ok," Howard replied. "Do…do you think we can be friends again? Can we forget this happened?"

"Yes." The answer came far too quickly, but Howard was too young to know what to make of it. He just accepted it and moved on.

"I mean everything," Randy clarified. His shaking was lightening up. "I don't want mom to know. She'll be really nervous and she'll worry and that's not good."

So they never spoke of it again. Howard still didn't know if he made the right decision, but Randy never showed signs of trauma any time afterwards. It was as though he'd just forgotten about the whole thing. But Howard could see it in his eyes.

Randy always remembered his near-death experience.

The two boys still laughed over the seventh grade incident.

It was late March going into April. The rain had been nonstop for at least four days, forcing every kid without an umbrella to call for a ride or make a mad dash to the bus. It finally ended on a Friday, leaving every middle school student reluctant to enter the designated learning facility and ignore the beautiful weather outside.

Puddles dotted the sidewalks, all varying in length and depth. The concrete was surrounded by vast seas of mud, the downpour from the past week drowning out the grass and replacing it with watered-down dirt. The two boys laughed as they jumped across puddle after puddle. It had been a fairly good day at school. Bash had picked on them a bit, but they wound up acing a history test and watched Star Trek in science class. Now, they were on their way home for the weekend.

Of course, their puddle-hopping turned into a friendly competition.

"Alright Cunningham," Howard said. "I bet you five packs of McFizzles that you can't jump across this puddle without falling." He pointed to the puddle in front of them, taking up the whole sidewalk square.

"Dude, you know I can't jump across that!" Randy exclaimed. "That's way too wide!"

"Awe, what do you have to lose Cunningham?" Howard asked with a sly grin.

"Um, my dignity," Randy retorted. "If I fall in, that means I'll be walking home with soaking wet clothes for a good twenty minutes!"

"And if you do make it across, I owe you five packs of McFizzles. You don't lose a thing! Plus, I'll hold your backpack in case you do fall." Howard watched as Randy adopted a torn expression. Oh yeah, all he had to do was wait until-

"Alright, fine. I'm in." There we go!

Randy shrugged off his backpack and handed it to Howard. "Geez, what do you have in here, rocks?!"

"Um...the math textbook, some binders, and my Spanish workbook," Randy replied. "So yeah, rocks."

The taller of the two boys backed up two sidewalk squares. Up until fifth grade, Howard was a good five inches taller than his friend. Once they hit sixth grade, Randy became leaner and shot past the orange-haired boy. As far as their parents could tell, the growth spurt wouldn't end until at least tenth grade.

Knees bent and preparing to sprint, Randy locked eyes with Howard. "Are you going to laugh if I fall?"

"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?"

"Touché."

And he was off.

In four powerful and long strides, Randy propelled himself off of the ground and into the air. It seemed to happen in slow motion. Howard watched, mouth slightly open, as Randy leapt across the puddle. The ball of his foot tapped the dry concrete on the other side and, for half of a second, both believed that Howard lost the bet.

But then Randy's body began tilting to the right.

Desperately waving his arms in circles, he tried to regain his balance. He was precariously balanced on one foot. With his back facing Howard, he didn't see the laugh waiting to come out.

As he tried to extend his other foot, Randy careened even further to the right. Balance was unsalvageable and he fell, not backwards, but towards the muddy lawn separating sidewalk from asphalt.

His shoulder hit the cold mud first, soon followed by his face and legs. Due to how watery the ground had become, the backsplash surrounded his body on impact. He felt the dirty water work through the thin material of his hoodie, soaking him to the bone in muddy water. He didn't dare think about how his hair turned out. Knowing his luck, it was probably more brown than purple at the moment.

And now it would fall into his face. Ugh.

Carefully, Randy climbed to his feet. Unfortunately, the sole of his foot slipped across the smooth surface of a hidden rock. Once again, his already thoroughly soaked clothes met mud. The sound of laughter reached his ears. A look of annoyance crossed over his face as he sat up.

"Ok, it's not that funny," Randy said with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes it is Cunningham!" Howard managed to say between his giggles. "Yes it is! You look ridiculous!"

It was true. The lanky seventh grader was covered head to toe in mud. His hair was completely soaked, falling across his face and allowing the dirty water to drip down his skin. Clearing the disgusting mass of hair from his face, Randy cracked a small smile.

"Yeah, I bet I do!" he agreed with a chuckle. "So, how about helping me out of the mud pit?"

Still giggling like a madman, Howard carefully stepped through the large puddle and made his way towards Randy. Luckily, he managed not to thoroughly soak his socks. His friend's backpack in hand, he set it down carefully on a fairly dry portion of the sidewalk as well as his own. Might as well keep his notes (A.K.A. doodles of his math teacher about to be crushed by a horse-sized duck) out of harm's way, he had a test on Monday.

Extending a hand to his drenched friend, he said, "C'mon, let's just go home and laugh about this some more." Randy took the offered hand, but hesitated.

Howard noticed the devious smirk on the other boy's face. He noticed it a second too late.

With a strong tug, Randy yanked Howard down into the mud with him. He laughed as the larger boy sputtered and quickly jumped to his feet. He was far better off than Randy, but a fair amount of mud clung to the boy's clothes. Now the roles were reversed as Randy laughed at his friend's appearance.

"You should have seen the look on your face!" Randy shouted, pointing at Howard's now disheveled clothing and hair.

"Ha, ha," Howard deadpanned, "You're hilarious."

One very long explanation Randy's mother and two hot showers later, the two boys sat in Randy's room laughing and playing video games. Howard didn't fail to mention that Randy fell twice that day.

"Dude, you are such a klutz!" he exclaimed.

"So I've been told…"

\Now as the Ninja, Howard was just waiting for his friend to slip on something or trip over air during a fight. He was just waiting for his chance to jump into a fight, fueled by adrenaline and fear for Randy's life, and be a recognized hero in Norrisville High. Through his popularity, Randy would become popular too so it was a win-win.

The only thing getting in the way of that plan (aside from his fear of getting in a monster's way) was the fact that the Ninja suit made his friend so very balanced. Whenever Howard thought the Ninja was going to take a tumble, he'd use his scarf to dodge the potential danger or roll out of the way. Watching the Ninja was like watching a highly trained acrobat. It just wasn't Randy and, had he not known the Ninja's identity, he would have never guessed the guy behind the mask was indeed his bromigo.

But the day finally came where not even the ancient magic of the Norisu 9 could stop the uncoordinated teen from literally slipping up.

"Seriously, a monster that launches banana peels at people?" the Ninja questioned, completely annoyed by this unexpected turn of events. "What was Viceroy even thinking when he made this thing?"

The saber-toothed gorilla robot simply roared in his face before smacking the stunned (and grossed out) Ninja into a row of lockers. Papers, magnets, and other packaged objects burst forth from the point of impact. The masked hero groaned as he picked himself up.

"Smacking me around? Ok, I guess I should have seen that one coming. But destroying parts of the school? Really? It's like McFist likes spending money on this school," Randy commented as he dodged a laser beam. Oh yeah, forgot to mention that the robot had a honkin' laser beam installed in its honkin' forehead.

Howard watched the fight from around the corner. He was definitely in fight-or-flight mode. Half of him was just waiting for his chance to shine. The other half wanted to run away in the opposite direction as fast as possible. He was caught in the middle of his instincts, feet firmly planted on the floor as he watched his friend with awe and longing. For once, why couldn't he be the hero? What did Cunningham have that he didn't? Maybe…he was a bad person? No, that was silly. Why the juice was he thinking like this?

His attention turned back to the Ninja…just as he miss-stepped. His black-and-red clad heel came down upon a stray banana peel (Why would Viceroy put a banana peel launcher into a robot? Howard couldn't help but think) and soon, the back of Randy's head met hard linoleum.

"Ok, I definitely should have seen that one coming…" he moaned as a large metal foot came down on his chest, effectively pinning him to the ground. He let out a small, unmanly yelp as the saber-toothed gorilla applied more pressure to his protesting rib cage. That was definitely going to hurt tomorrow.

A high-pitched whine filled the silence and Randy's eyes widened. Of course the robot was charging up its stupid forehead-laser. What an embarrassing way to die. It was literally a death from the classic banana peel gimmick.

Randy felt like he deserved better than that.

The robot leaned over, pinning the Ninja's arms above his head. It leveled the laser beam with the teen's own forehead, preparing for a final blow. Well, it wouldn't kill the kid. It was made to knock the Ninja out, not kill him.

Either way, it didn't get the chance to fire.

A rather large (and incredibly heavy) biology book collided with the back of the robot's head. The blow was hard enough to dislodge some external wires, shutting down its targeting system and visuals. It also made the robot's forehead collide with the Ninja's.

"Ouch!" the Ninja shouted just before he shoved the behemoth off of him. "Ugh, that just added to my massive headache…" He sat up and locked eyes with his friend. He didn't fail to notice that Howard was holding a battered biology textbook in his hands. "SMOKE BOMB!"

A few minutes later, Randy jogged back to where he'd last seen the other teen. Howard screamed in shock when a finger lightly tapped his shoulder. Randy offered him a nervous wave as he watched Howard struggle to regain his breath.

"Don't DO that!" Howard exclaimed.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," Randy explained sheepishly. He rubbed the bruise forming on the back of his head with a wince. "Hey, thanks for having my back out there."

"Eh, what are best friends for?" Howard replied nonchalantly. He dropped the aloof attitude when the taller teen began rubbing his forehead. "Dude, you ok?"

Randy simply laughed.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again: I trip a lot."

It was official: Randy Cunningham was, is, and always will be Norrisville's biggest klutz.

Now they had to discuss just why Viceroy decided to create a banana peel launcher.

A/N: Finally, inspiration hits! :D Just saw Wave Slayers and came to the conclusion that Randy is a honkin' klutz. XD It just makes him more adorkable.

I don't know if Randy is a nickname or his real name, so Randall Cunningham is not canon. Neither is Squid Buster…I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote that. I just thought it would fit more with the story. Also, I felt like exploring Randy and Howard's friendship through the years, so sorry if you didn't like the past stories.

So yeah, this was kind of a 5 Times story. :3 What can I say, it seemed like fun! *glares at Jack Frost* Yeah Frostbite, I've got tons of those coming your way! And if anyone's wondering: yes, the monkey bars thing is based off of a real event from my life. I was the kid staring at everyone else thinking that they were really stupid for trying to break a limb.