Technically, I'm bionic.
There are metal screws in my right knee from surgery twenty years ago.
The tear originated in an ill-fated game of floor hockey in seventh grade gym class. I was playing defense, went in get the puck, and was suddenly sitting on colored lines and floor wax. The first thing I tried to do was get back up and keep playing and to my surprise, my knee wasn't working. All it did was buckle until the gym teacher finally told me to stay down.
|Katt in middle school, quietly growing boobs.|