Broken arm

When I was about 7 or 8 I was using sticks or something as drum sticks beating on a tube as a drum. I don't know how I was doing but my right wrist hit the side of the edge of the tube's bottom fractured my wrist. I remember being in the er and watching them do the x-ray and them putting the cast on. After 6 to 8 weeks I got it taken off and couple weeks later my brother and me, maybe someone else were playing in a barn. We were in the hayloft and my brother said look out there is a big bug and pushed me off. I land on a pile of hay that was somewhat hard and land on my right wrist and fractured it again. Mom was ready to kill us because it was a couple weeks before she married Jim, her second husband. She was upset because the suit had been fitted for me without the cast and had to be adjusted. Shortly after they got married we moved to California, San Diago and I still had my cast on. My brother convinced me to go swimming and he took me out to the deep end on his back. He then went under the water and I couldn't swim good because of the cast and was rescued by someone. I don't remember what happened to him but I don't like to swim as much now because of it.