When a gust of wind hits a broken bone, you feel it.
I fell and broke my pelvic bone in three places. So, I'm still sort of an invalid now.
When I was 10, I was hit by a car, which turned my right tibia into a jigsaw puzzle.
When I was five, I compound-fractured my arm, pulverising my elbow.
If you walk into A&E with a broken bone you expect it to be fixed. If you need help because you've got a mental health condition you should get that help and support.
I broke my left arm when I was 8, at a friend's house, when we were jumping off a balcony and throwing down dunks.
I have broken my collarbone twice in a year.
You don't know what a broken jaw feels like until it happens.
A reporter from 'The Times' wanted to arm-wrestle, and as I recall, he kept challenging me. So we went at it, and there was a pop. His arm broke. Very strange. He went into a kind of swoon.
I was supposed to be on the Tonight Show but I broke my shoulder instead.
I've never broken a bone, I've never even sprained anything, so to be overseas and have my clavicle broken in two places was a bang-up job done by me.
I broke my leg and cracked my pelvis.
When I was 12, I snapped my arm in two. My wrist still has a funny bump because they didn't join it back together so great.
I fractured my left foot.
I hate to say it because I feel like it might be a jinx, but yes - knock on wood - I have never broken a bone.
I was playing baseball, and I tripped over first base - I'm very clumsy - and I fell and broke my wrist. That was pretty painful.
