Have you ever broken a bone?
When I was about four or five, I somehow managed to break my collarbone in the dumbest way possible: by falling out of bed.
Not even in a cool, dramatic playground accident way either.
I had one of those tall beds with storage drawers underneath, so it sat higher off the ground than a normal bed. To help me climb in and out, I used this wooden footstool every night. I remember pretending they were the steps to my princess tower.
One night, while fully asleep, I rolled right out of bed and landed directly onto the footstool.
Apparently tiny me hit the corner of it hard enough to break my collarbone, which honestly still feels fake when I tell the story now. I just remember waking up confused, crying, and suddenly being the most dramatic little kid alive with my tiny arm sling.