Ginny laughed, "Well, when I was six, and the boys were home from school in the summer, I sat for weeks watching Bill and Charlie flying on their brooms practicing for quidditch. I was so jealous, so one afternoon while they were trying to teach Ron wizard chess, I snuck outside and stole Charlie's broom from the shed."
She laughed, "I tiptoed around the house and went out to the field. I got on the broom and it just took off! I was so freaked out. I managed to control it, and had a pretty good ride. I was really high off the ground, and going really fast when Mum saw me and screamed. It scared me to death and I ended up flying into the side of the house. I went through the window into the living room, and ended up at St Mungos, with six stitches and a broken wrist. Oddly enough, Charlie's broom was fine. It landed on the sofa."