Broken Finger

The first broken bone I remember I've had would probably be when I was four or five years old.  It was my second finger of my left hand, if I recall, but luckily, I didn't play piano back then.  My siblings, one brother and one sister, were going out to play a little while with our neighbors, and I, being the usual curios, fun-loving, and FOOLISH kid, tried to follow them out the door.  So my siblings go out the door, and I tag along my sister, who is ignorant to the fact that I'm right behind her.  So as she walks out the door, she slams it shut, and my hand was caught in the doorframe.  I don't remember anything after that point.  One moment I was screaming and yelling, and the next, I was lying on our couch, with a brace on my finger.