When I was in 3rd grade I wanted to have a broken arm because it looked fun. (My child-logic was awful) I climbed a tree less than 3 feet high and jumped down. That didn’t do anything, it didn’t even hurt. I climbed higher but before I jumped I chickened out because it was too high. (Barely any higher than before) My dad came out to me and I ended up jumping to him to get out of the tree. So much for breaking my arm.