Let me tell you all the story about the time
I broke my crush's ankle when I was a kid.
Okay now, before you condemn me to hell...
Before you unsubscribe from Jacksepticeye...
And before you all go straight to social media
and brandish me as the worst human being of all time...
Let me set up the scene a little bit.
'Cause I feel like when you guys have the context...
It's probably not gonna be any better.
Many many years ago
when I was a wee baby lad in Ireland...
I can't remember exactly what age I was - I was between
10 and 15. I was I was actually about 12
because I was in primary school.
Or like the middle school type of time
for some people in the world.
I don't know. I was 12 years old.
When is that for you?
And in my class there were six boys and six girls.
It's not always like that.
It wasn't planned to be as balanced out as it was.
Thanos wasn't my principal.
It just happened to be that way in my class.
There was only 12 people in all of my class.
And we're in sixth class- For any of you
who goes to Irish schools we're in sixth class.
You start off primary school, you do years 1 to 6
and then you go off the secondary school,
and you do years 1 to 6,
but you can kind of skip the 4th year if you want...
It's very confusing.
But I was about 12 years old in 6th class and...
I had a crush on this girl who was in my class.
Let's call them...
Sandra.
Now at that age, on the cusp of manhood,
starting off into the long voyage into the
...craziest time of your life.
I had a crush on a couple of girls in my class.
Some of them had crushes on me.
What can I say? I was a young cute baby boy.
I have no idea what happened.
Before I became the Chadsepticye
I was a sweet little virgin boy.
I had expressed interest in this girl at that age,
as awkward as that was. I wanted to...
I wanted to kiss her, I wanted her to be my girlfriend.
I wanted all these crazy things to happen.
 I was mapping out my entire life before me.
I was having babies and getting married and...
sailing across the world in my head already,
but I didn't know how to- how to...
express those feelings.
You know, it's like any- 
Any 12 year olds out there watching?
Of course, there are its YouTube,
there's billions of 12 year olds watching YouTube.
It's awkward at that age.
You don't know how to express your feelings.
At least I didn't. I didn't know how to talk to her.
I didn't know how to talk to any of the girls in my class.
So everyone was just equal
because we used to have a boys and girls school...
It was the same school, but it was disconnected
by a line in the middle.
So the boys and the girls were disconnected.
At some point in the school
but for the majority of my school going years
all the boys and girls were together.
So we all just hung out together. We all had fun.
Now as much as I would love to slide in
to class and just be like 'hey baby, how are you doing?'
That wasn't the case.
I didn't know what I was doing
so the way I expressed my interest
in girls in my class was pure violence.
We would have these games at lunchtime
and normally it would be something like red rover,
you know when you hold hands
and somebody calls somebody over from the other side
and they have to try and break it.
Break the chain between hands. If you don't break the chain
then you get added to their chain.
We used to play that fairly often and we got pretty-
pretty intense when we played that game.
'Cause we would just run as hard as we could
and I with the sheer force of
all of the featherweight that I was - I was a tiny young lad.
I was really really small, really small and skinny, 
a swift breeze would have blown me into oblivion.
But I'd run with all my force, a slim hip little boy like that, 
I'm like a knife through hot butter.
A hot knife through butter, that's this phrase.
And I would slice through those people.
I was amazing. I was also really fast.
I was good at like cops and robbers or...
...what did we call it? Jailers I think we used to call it?
There was a bunch of different names.
But we ended up playing this game called 'bulldog'
also known as 'sharks and minnows', 'running red rovers'...
Okay it wasn't red Rovers really.
Basically, it's derivative of any sort of like tag game.
You go up and you chase each other and you put each other
in little pretend baby jail and you have a baby fight and then you get sent to bigger man jail...
But we would play this game
and we would get really aggressive with it.
We were so aggressive with it
that the teachers had to stop us.
That we kind of put our own spin on what bulldog was and we were just straight-up tackling each other
and boys, girls, man, woman, child, priest or prostitute.
It didn't matter. We would mow you down
with the sheer force of a ten-year-old.
Beat you into the ground with as much force as we could.
I got a fair few licks, I tackled a few people, of course
I have the weight of a small Pomeranian at that age
so I couldn't do a whole lot.
So I would just rely on my speed,
I would be so fast, I'd be like the wind.
I was so skinny I was like a 2d character.
But we kind of got bored of playing bulldog over and over again.
Each lunchtime it would just kind of get a little boring
and the teachers were kind of stopping us
from playing it the way we wanted to...
So we ended up moving on to a game that has no name.
Legend tells of this game with no name.
It was a game where we played football
with very little rules got to do with football
other than the fact that we were kicking a ball.
But you're allowed to pick it up as well.
But the game was that...
20 people would go out into the field.
And one person would get the ball and whoever had the ball had to try and keep it away from everybody else,
but if you had the ball,
you were fair game to be murdered.
And again same rules at play. 
It didn't matter who you were.
We didn't see we didn't see genders.
We didn't see sexualities.
We didn't see race, faiths, beliefs.
We didn't see anything.
All we saw was a target in our minds
and legs running 90 after them.
I got the ball a couple of times
but I would always kick it away immediately
'cause I was terrified of everyone crushing my tiny
body.
But...
One thing led to another and...
Sandra got the ball.
And at this time testosterone was fueling my body.
I was a young man on the cusp of manhood.
I was ready to... show my worth to the world
and be like 'no, I'm not small and scrawny'.
I'm gonna tackle this girl.
So the ball went her way...
And me trying to show my affection in the best way
I know possible which was sheer brute force
I went and tackled her.
Now I've tackled- I've tackled many women in my time.
This video is just going to be called
'Jacksepticeye is the biggest misogynist'
Okay. I was young. I didn't know.
We were just all playing fun and games
and for the most part everyone was tackling everybody.
We all tackled each other.
Nobody ever really got that hurt.
You kind of fell down, got a little winded every now and then.
But this was a special occasion because
I tackled Sandra
but what I didn't know was that her foot was in a hole,
in a little divot in the grass
When I tackled her I didn't just push her over.
I used her as a lever to try and turn the earth.
I pushed her and her foot got caught in this divot
and just kind of twisted and her ankle snapped.
Now I didn't know that this had happened at the time.
All I did was stood up,
dusted myself off and went 'hah got 'em'.
But Sandra didn't get back up off the ground.
If anything she was crying her eyes out
and everybody else came rushing over...
And looking me in the eye to be like, 'what did you do?'
Of course I was riding high on my glory that I had won the game of
killing people.
It was a few moments after that, that it kind of
clicked in my head what had actually happened.
That she was way more hurt than I thought.
It wasn't just that I pushed her over and she like twisted her ankle.
We knew something bad had happened so we brought her into the classroom and our teacher at the time
started looking into it and... lo and behold
we found out that her ankle was broken
It wasn't so bad like her ankle-
like her bone popped out or anything.
That would've been badass.
But her ankle did look kinda like fish...
that was dead... ready to be eaten.
Her ankle wasn't supposed to do that.
There was a lot more crunching going on
than it probably should have as well.
It was like we're trying to make bread inside- whatever.
So she went off to the hospital
 got treated for a broken ankle,
I sat in my shame all day in that classroom.
This lasted about a month.
Because my classmates hated me.
At first, they got over it in a couple of days.
Because kids be kids, we just went out and started murdering each other again all over
two days later, but all my classmates hated me.
But no one hated me more
than the teacher did.
Actually no one hated me more
than I hated myself at that moment because I felt
absolutely awful.
It was one of the worst feelings I had in my entire life
because not only did I break someone's ankle
I broke a girl's ankle and it was the girl
who I had a big crush on.
Somebody that I wanted to be like
'Hey...will you...like me?'
No, what did I do? Crunch.
But after she went to the hospital
we were all sitting in the classroom doing
I don't know - math, I think we actually were doing math.
And we had to go around the classroom
answering- everybody had to give an answer
to each of the sums that were coming up.
It came to me and I have never seen the devil incarnate
like I did with my teacher that day.
She looked at me.
If to say like, 'I have to ask you this question,
but Lord Almighty I will break both your legs'.
And it came to me.
She asked me the question 2+2,
I put up my hand, said '5 teacher'
and she looked at me as if to say
'How dare you answer?'
I think she actually told me to shut up at one point.
That I was talking to my friends
and she just looked at me and went 'Shut up!'
And I froze. I was like a deer in headlights.
I was like Sandra in a divot.
I was frozen and broken.
It even got to a point where
I was so upset that I thought everyone hated me
that I just kind of stopped talking to
anybody in the class for about a week.
I didn't really answer any of the questions in class anymore.
And I was I was an outgoing kid.
I always kind of been extroverted
and I was the one making jokes.
I was the class clown. I was putting up my hand
and answering a bunch of stuff all the time.
I was always really involved, but then
I just stopped talking to anybody and it got so bad that
the parents of Sandra had to come to my house
to make sure that I was okay.
I was so afraid to see them
that I didn't come out of my room.
I just listened to what my parents were saying
with her parents through the door.
I couldn't really make any of it out.
It just sounded like
*incoherent mumbling*
We also played Gaelic football together.
Everybody played on the same team.
It was boys and girls on the same team
and we would just play other schools around
the kind of our region where we lived and...
Sandra was always on the team.
She was always on the team with everybody else.
I was usually on the team as well.
But we all went a couple of days later
to this Gaelic match.
And of course Sandra wasn't there, 
she wasn't able to come because
good old
Captain Crunch here.
Oops all
broken bones.
She wasn't able to go through the match
and I felt horrible 'cause I had to be in
the room with all of my classmates together
and I felt so bad about what had happened.
She was a really good player on our team
and everyone missed her.
So we were kind of just out there
and all I could think about was that moment.
I kinda just froze and locked up
and didn't really played the game properly.
But there was a shining light through it all.
After about a month. I wasn't even really a month.
It was like two and a half weeks, three weeks.
Sandra was back in school and she was doing fine
and everybody was back to normal
and she even started talking to me again.
And my heart- my little baby heart
eased my suffering once more.
But I never forgot the day that I broke
my crushes ankle as a kid.
But in the end
she did kind of become my girlfriend a tiny bit.
And we ended up kissing
and
you know, life worked out.
So what I'm trying to say is
breaking her ankle was fate
and it brought us closer together.
Anyway, I'm gonna leave this video here.
I've always had this story and I never really knew what avenue to tell it in.
I never really I've always wanted to do something
and talk about it, but I didn't want to be like
'Hey! Story time.'
Because everyone was doing story times at one point,
but now I'm a story time youtuber.
I have plenty of stories from my childhood,
growing up in Ireland. Some of them I told in the tour.
But if you want to hear more stories from my childhood,
if you wanna hear more stories from me growing up
or my past or anything, let me know.
I've plenty of stories to share
and these are kind of fun to do so...
I hope you guys enjoyed watching this.
And remember: drink lots of milk
because then your bones will be strong
and an idiot like me won't break them.
