My personal experience in dangerous situations

I remember that time when I broke my finger on my right hand. It was nearly three years ago, when I studied in eighth class. We had physical training and we played basketball with girls. My hair prevented me to play, so I decided to collect hair more firmly. And I told to girls to wait one minute. But, unfortunately, girls didn’t hear me. And one of them threw me the ball, than I tried to collect hair quickly and to catch the ball.