I "broke" my knee in 1999. I had an unfortunate incident with a prop that tipped with me on it and as I fell to the floor, I knew that the torque I had felt in my knee was not going to result in good times. Watching it swell to the size of my head (ok, that's an exaggeration, but that's what it felt like) in then next 30 seconds confirmed that "oh no" feeling in the pit of my stomach.
A couple of surgeries and 9 years later, I generally don't think about it much (unless I'm looking at the scar that runs down my leg) and I do pretty much everything I used to...and more. Except for one thing: I haven't been skiing since about a month before that oh so fateful day. (not that i'm being dramatic or anything) UNTIL NOW. (ok not right now) I'm in the process of planning a ski trip to Vermont. And I have to say, I'm a little nervous about the skiing part. I'm sure it will all be fine...but it has been so long, that I think it is going to be kind of nerve wracking. Luckily, the Green Mountains are a little less intimidating than the Rockies.