When I was 6, I tried to copy the older kids on the playground by jumping off a swing. Later at home, I gave it a go on my own swing set — but my shirt and leg got caught, and I landed on my arm, breaking it in three places. Getting a cast felt like a medal of honor because everyone signed it, but nothing prepared me for the day they removed it. I walked into the room expecting a simple cut-off, only to see a giant saw hanging over me. Terrified they’d cut my arm off, I panicked until the nurses calmed me down. In the end, it was painless — but little me was absolutely sure I’d leave with fewer limbs than I arrived with!