I've broken every last one of mine. The first time I was 6 and helping my dad take apart a brick fireplace on our porch. I was loading the bricks on my little wagon and dropped one right on my big toe. Snapped it clean in two. It hurt. I cried.
Over the next 20 years, I managed to break, dislocate, and otherwise mangle the rest of them. Motorcycles, both dirt and street, claimed a few. Horses and cows claimed a few more.
A friend of mine broke my left little toe by throwing a paddle into johnboat I was standing in. The bad thing about that one was that I had broken my right little toe the day before while wading in a river. I was not happy.
