Well, and it's crazy. Every instance was completely different and out of the blue. The first time, I was in middle school and demonstrating to my mom how ridiculously high the PE coach wanted us to lift our knees while running, slipped, broken toe. I don't remember if I had shoes on or not. I was in the 6th grade, I think.

Second time, many years had passed. I was in my 30s, taking out the trash. We have a dip in our yard on the way to the outdoor trash cans, and a chain link fence between our house & our neighbors'. Our neighbor has this dog that when they let it out, it barks and jumps continuously at the fence at anyone approaching until it jumps the fence (at which point it then wants to be petted, so it's not a mean dog, but can be a bit annoying). The thing is, the dog is not always out there, not even mostly out there, you might not even run into him out there for several months, so you forget about him; he is mostly kept in the house. One evening, I took out the trash, the dog ran to the fence jumping and barking, my foot came down the wrong way on the dip in our yard because the barking startled me, I fell and broke the toe (quite badly that time). I know for certain I had shoes on that time.

This morning, I had socks on but not shoes, but just a completely bad stubbed/pulled toe as I was trying to rouse my daughter for school while she did not want to get up.

I have the worst luck with that toe.