Broke my left wrist in middle school, but and in a semi-funny way imo.
I had signed up for a wrestling elective, and the coach would pair us up randomly each day. I was a pretty wimpy sixth grader at the time, and one day got paired up with an 8th grade football player. He was at least a foot taller and probably twice my weight. I was in the defensive starting position and he was in the offensive position. As soon as the coach blew the whistle, the football player just put all his weight on me, and my wrist pretty much just gave out. I can still remember the popping sound...