I guess that time in ROTC where I tripped and tumbled as we were running. I scraped up my knees pretty bad, but I just got back up and continued as if it didn't happen. It was quite embarrassing, but not all that serious.
Hmm... When I was a kid, the cool kids climbed on top of the monkey bars and sat. I didn't have the arm strength to get myself up there, so I practiced a lot on the weekends. One day, I got myself up, and I was sooo excited. I sat up there for a few minutes as Queen of the World. But, when I decided to climb back down again, I slipped, and nailed the bottom of my chin on one of the bars as I fell. I probably should have gotten stitches for it. There was blood everywhere, but I was alone and a ways from home. It hurt a lot. I remember that. I remember walking my bike home because I couldn't ride it. And, I remember coming home to an empty house. :/ *sniffle* I still have the scar from that.
During school hours, I put a staple through my hand once. That was far less traumatic, but I remember the school secretary and principal freaking out and the principal using pliers to pull it.
I got my finger caught in a fence they lock up at night. It was open and as I ran past it reached out and grabbed me. Ripped some skin off and there was blood all over, but I survived.
I was probably 5 or 6 and I accidently dumped a bottle of finger nail polish remover down my gullet somehow. I remember they made me drink a bunch of water and they called the poison line but I never really got sick.
This post was edited by Paynuts at July 23, 2017 10:44 AM MDT
I didn't get hurt, but I caused some injuries to others. We were playing softball in PE class and I was up to bat. Due to a combination of people standing too close and my letting go of the bat rather forcefully, the bat landed across the faces of three my classmates. Only one has a permanent scar, the other two just had bruises. It was the last time I played softball.
Jane, that could have been me. I used to throw the bat and couldn't seem to focus enough to remember not to do it because I was so focused on hitting the ball.
I got an F for the whole semester of high school gym. I remember that part.