Everytime I see someone on crutches or with a cast on their leg, I am thankful that I have strong, healthy legs. Broken or damaged legs remind me of when I was in elementary school. Everyday at recess, my best friend and I would go on the swings. We would pump our legs to get the swing as high as they would go and then jump off. If we landed painlessly, we were disappointed. We wanted a cast and crutches so badly. I have heard how horrible crutches are, so I am now thankful that all of my attempts to break my own legs failed.