limping along in his mother's footsteps

I believe it all started when I was 10, and I took a backward tumble off a swing in a Denver park. I landed on my foot, breaking a toe. Over the years, my poor feet have suffered multiple contusions, a pounding from a concrete pole, and a broken pinky toe just a couple of years ago.

I now pass the torch.

Poor Nick was helping his friend build a dock when a 200+ lb. piling rolled onto his big toe, shattering the bone. These crutches will be his new appendages for the next couple of weeks. On the upside, he has some new nicknames: Crutchy and Hoppy. Imagine his joy.