I was 15, and at my grandmother's house while my parents were at my sister's school.
This was over 50 years ago, and we didn't hear sirens as much, and, as teen guys do, I went tearing out the door, across her painted porch, hit the top, 4th, 7th step and front walk.
Stood up, and my ankle felt like rubber bands.
How I got up the 12 steps, I can't remember, but my pediatrician told my parents, that's hard to break, take him to teaching hospital and get it xrayed.
Welllllll… I had once again done the difficult! The right ankle was bussssted.
They phoned report to kiddie klinic, and we were instructed to go to ANOTHER hospital, where I got the classic ,HEAVY plaster cast.
I remember mom saying how nice they were just ripping the seam of my slacks.
I was on crutches, and we had to go downtown to get school pics made, and I remember dodging little blue haired ladies in the parking garage, lol.
When we went to the office, we wondered why so many football pics. The guy was the NFL team's doc.