“When I was four years old, my grandma didn’t trust me to walk across the street. The crosswalk signal signaled [that] we could walk. So my grandma picked me up, and we started walking across the street about halfway. Halfway across the street, my grandma trips, she falls on me, [and she] breaks my leg. It was not a happy time in my life. My mom was very mad. My grandma was okay, but my femur was broken. My mom and my grandma both did not think it was broken. It was a week later when they finally thought it was when I would not walk for a whole week. Then, they took me to the hospital, and it was very broken.”

(Sophomore)