It was the dumbest thing. We were getting ready to leave one summer cottage to go to another. The family's bags were all packed and my husband had already taken a boat load over to the car. While the kids and I were waiting for him to get back, I decided for the first time in the week we had been staying there to join the kids on the backyard swing set.
I should have known by the strange grinding sound the swing's chains were making that something was amiss. As it got more noticeable, I remember thinking to myself that I should get off. My daughter, almost 8, urged me to jump. "I'm not going to jump," I said. "I could hurt myself."
I should have jumped.
A few seconds later, while my feet were under me and the swing was swinging backwards, the chain on the left side broke. I tried to grab onto the chains to break my fall, but the break was at the top of the chain near the frame. The chain went slack in my hands, and I went crashing to the ground.
I hit the ground and saw my foot out to the side, beside my leg. Instinctively I knew that a foot should not go that way, so I quickly lifted the leg and used the ground to pop the foot back into place. But it was too late- the damage was done.
And thus begins the story of my broken ankle.
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