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Was maybe ten at the time, you know still in the tom boy faze, wanting to impress boys by showing them I was just like 'one of the guys' and very competitive. Well, my friend let me borrow his scooter to ride around on. His dad finds us down the street as his coming home on his motocycle. Then a brilliant idea hits my friend. "Let's have a race!" Me on the little foot scooter, him on foot, and his dad on his motorcycle. It was an uphill race and somehow I was in the lead. And I kept going faster and faster.

All was great and peachy until I hit a rock and went swide swipping. Luckily it was away from the street, but it was towards a parked car. So freaked out I would hit it and the people would get angry at me, I threw myself off the scooter. Yeah, smart right?

I tumbled for a few moments and laid there on the concrete stunned. Thinking in my head I had hit those people car and they were going to be soooo mad. Then I feel someone pick me up and asking if I'm okay. Its my friend's dad. "Okay? Yeah, but I almost hit someone's car?" Still confused, because he wasn't yelling at me, I feel something wet on my shirt and look down. Both elbows, up and down a ways, are scrapped clean. I turn it and I can see the bones and bits of concerts wedged in there. So freaked out I scream and he drops me on my ass.

Truth be, being dropped on the ass hurt more than the elbows!

Had to wear bandages on my arms for 2 weeks and still have the scars from it.

I have two, both involving my ankle.

1. Sprained my ankle running around on a trampoline...still don't know how I managed that. I was around...maybe 8?

2. Sprained my ankle again years later trying to do a headstand. Fyi I did manage the headstand for a few seconds...and then promptly fell on my ankle.

Something you may never suspect about Japan is the sheer number of uncovered water drains on the side of the road.



Needless to say, I've fallen down these multiple times.

The first time was probably the most painful because it was the narrowest one, so I scraped my arm all the way down. I had these long scratches that have resulted in faint scarring. They looked horrific at the time! I'm just lucky I've never fallen into one with glass/rocks/garbage at the bottom.

So I'm generally not a clumsy guy... But being over 6'8" definitely comes with some problems. Most of them including door frames and ceiling fans (I'll leave that to your imagination x3)

One time though at my brothers house, we were on the topic of fighting and specifically MMA,not that I'm really into that stuff. But my brother said that with my height I would be able to just knee all the guys in the head.

So my brother lifts up his hand level to his head with the palm facing down "Go on then!~ lets see" So without thinking I take a small run up and go to knee his palm, not taking into account the not-so-grippy kitchen tiles below me and the laws of physics. My leg carries me sprawling backwards as my foot slips from beneath me.
I end up on my arse on the ground with a bruised butt and hands because I tried to stop my fall.

WHELL! My life is made out of stupid accidents and the injuries that follow. Aside from the ones that result from simple childhood ignorance like literally dropping myself on my head, countless stupid bike/rollerblade/things-on-wheels injuries I think my most idiotic injury is the most recent.

A few Halloweens ago I went to a party with a friend to their friend's house. A house I did not know. We ended up hanging out in their back deck which was made of that newfangled plastic pseudo wood. A material that was remarkably similar to the soles of the boots I was wearing. The result of which was basically wearing ice skates. And my genius brain thought I'd demonstrate this fact by trying to slide across the deck all Risky Business like. So I projected myself towards the end of the deck with the least amount of people, but my calculations were off, and I slid much farther and faster than I had anticipated. Right toward a break in the banister. And I, having thought it was a second set of stairs or something, braced myself to slide down some stairs, trying to fall on my butt and not head over heels.

Turns out! It wasn't a set of stairs at all. It was a literal break in the banister. I dropped a good 10 feet into a pile of leaves. A friend said I was lucky, noting how I had an air conditioning unit to my immediate right, a pile of rocks and things to my immediate left and myself heaped in just exactly the right spot to not get really messed up. Everyone else panicked after I disappeared from the deck but I was too busy laughing.

That is until the pain set in and the adrenaline dissipated. Later, in the house my right hip/thigh area started to hurt REAL bad. It was okay if I didn't touch it but if someone bumped it...oh god.

Went home and examined myself and the whole area turned to a giant bruise. The size of a hand the first night. The next day was when it really hit. It'd turned to about the size of a plate, good seven inches across and BLACK. Tried going to classes then. It was a bad idea. Walking, it felt like that whole area was just raw flesh shaved off and flapping against itself. I....didn't go to my next classes. Or work.

To this day I have no idea what I hit so hard.

in my teen years i had a bit of bad luck first i was fishing with my newphew the fishing line got caught in a tree so i climbed up the tree to untangle the line. then I fell HARD into the leech infested part of the lake Damaging my hip pretty good. Two weeks later i was working at macDonalds and got buried in a avalanche of Frozen fries

I have two that ironically happen on the same day a year apart.

First I was in kkindergarten we where on the playground. There was a section that only the kids who got bored on the new equipment went. There was a large wooden playground thing with no slide, old rope ladder, and a empempty monkey bar. I was the only one up therenhere until a bully pushed me off where the slide used to be. I landed head first on a rocrock cracking my skull.

Then, when I was 6 my to be step-brother(never happened) and I where playing cowboys. One of us had to be a horse the other a cowboy. Needless to say he easeasily knocked me off and I cracked my skill AGAIN in the same spot. Got glue and stitches and I still have a scar on the back of my head

I get injured in silly ways sometimes but nobody's perfect.

I dropped a pickle jar on my toe when I was five or six, it was one of those huge family sized pickle jars that where at the time, for me too heavy to carry so...welp....dropped it on the toe. Then I had to be rushed to the hospital because it began to swell under the nail and bruise purple-black. I only remember myself hearing the drill, they only drilled a tiny hole on my nail to release pressure, it didn't even hurt but I freaked out anyways like most kids would I guess? Or maybe I'm a chickenbutt haha.