It’s about thirty-four degrees outside and I am yelling, barefoot, alone, and surrounded on all sides by four feet of snow, all while unable to walk. No, this is not some trashy action movie pitch. This actually happened. It was a day or two after the Nor’easter of 2012 and the snowfall had accumulated to a height almost as tall as I was. Sick of being in the house with only each other for company, my cousin and I decided to dig our way out of her yard and to the plowed streets, which we did relatively quickly. After we were safely on the driveway, we met up with some friends and walked down the hill and find something to do. At the end of the hill, we saw the neighbor's trampoline and decided that we should go on it because although it was surrounded by snow there wasn't that much on it. The five of us: my cousin, our friends and I all piled on the trampoline. I figured that it would be best to take off my shoes because they were soaked through and beginning to freeze. After about five minutes of jumping, my foot slipped out from under me and my leg went out to the right as the rest of my body fell straight, hearing a loud pop as my knee when out of socket.  I asked everyone loudly to stop jumping, which they ignored until I screamed “Stop jumping you a**holes! I think my leg is broken” That got their attention, well I should say got their attention long enough for them to all file out of the trampoline and leave me behind. After a few minutes of being alone I realised that I would have to get off the trampoline and make it up the hill to my aunt's house, alone. This set me into a sort of determined panic, I knew that if I didn’t get up I would be stuck for hours. After much struggle, I managed to crawl/drag myself to the edge of the trampoline, where I pulled myself up on the bar holding the net. After I was in a semi-standing position, I looked out to see if my cousin and friends were waiting for me, I mean they wouldn’t just leave me stranded would they? Yes. Yes, they would. And they did. When I got through the opening and to the edge of the trampoline, my knee popped out again, almost making me fall into the snow. I managed to grip one of the large poles with both hands then slowly lower myself down into the snow, which immediately covered up to my thigh. This wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be because the snow made a cold compress that stabilized my leg.  Too quickly, I made it out of the snow and was hit with a wave of excruciating pain once I was on the pavement. My knee had popped out once again, almost making me crumble to the ground. I called out to my cousin, who had walked almost all the way up the hill without me. She heard me, looked back for a second then continued to walk up the hill. I watched her in disbelief as she disappeared into the house, not caring at all that I could not walk. I eventually made it up the hill, but this experience really  taught me that I will not always have people to help me when things are hard, I will need to be self dependant, even when It seems I can’t.