My Messed Up Injury

I remember about 10-11 years ago when my house was going through a re model. We were getting new carpets, new furniture, new sinks, new dry wall, a new house. At the time, I was in 2nd grade, Mrs. Williams class. This day in particular, we had a new runner put in our hallway. It sounds silly, and a little bit of a TMI, but every day after school, I would run down the hallway, and.. Well, empty my Blatter (for lack of a better term). And honestly, I'm not sure if I tripped, or cut the corner too soon, but I cracked my right arm off of my bathroom door frame. I literally couldn't feel anything, my body went numb and the only thing I could do was fall over and just lye there. In the other room I heard my brother dying of laughter (thinking I had fallen) but after a few minutes, my mother noticed I was still on the floor.
I told her I couldn't feel anything and panic set in. Long story short, my moms car was at the mechanic and she had to call my grandma (my dad was at work). It turns out that I actually broke my arm, a half of a millimeter away from my shoulder, avoiding pins. That was the last time I ran down the hallway like an idiot..