Well, I laughed the time I broke my ankle. In the first place, it didn't really hurt that much, but here's the picture: I was lying on the ground with my leg over the tailgate of a utility trailer and my foot pinned behind a riding mower. Chris, who was about 6 or 7 at the time, ran into the house waving his hands above his head yelling, "Somebody call 911!" It was all pretty funny until I realized that it was going to knock me out of the Cushman Club of America national meet in Texas that year. Then I stopped laughing. I guess I would have gone with my foot in a cast, but the trip got a WMM veto.
Howard