I was either very lucky or very bouncy, because I've managed to never break anything or need stitches to this day. Some near misses, though.

There was the time I cut a hunk of finger tip off working in a kitchen, but I lost the piece so there was nothing there to stitch. And the probable broken toe, but the treatment would have been the same whether it was broken or just bruised, so I didn't get the x-ray. And the stiches when I got some wisdom teeth pulled, but that doesn't count. And four or five concussions.

My brother, on the other hand, had a broken arm (I think, man that was a long time ago) and stitches a couple of times. And we were usually doing the same things. So like I said, either I was lucky or I bounce better.