Neither my my husband nor I have ever broken a bone

Nope. Never. Thank God. I grew up in Grenada surrounded by cousins who took full advantage of the tall fruit trees. Some fell and broke thier bones. That was enough of a lesson for me to stay on the ground or under the house. I have always been an extra cautious person, thinking ahead of most actions and their consequences. I never climbed trees or learned to ride a bicycle because I didn’t not want to get broken bones or bruises.

Childhood fun for me was playing with my dollies and their clothes and dishes under my grandmother’s house, making mud pies — man-jay-puppup 🤣😅 or reading, looking at nature or watching TV. Safe play and safe fun! I know that my son is different and I do my best to not hinder his adventures by cautioning him all the time. Deon played rough and has many scars and bruises to show off his fun boy hood days but says that he never had a broken bone! We are hoping for the same for Timothy 🙏🏾😁