There goes my 'abducted by a knife wielding lunatic' story.
3 years old and my 6 year old brother pushed me from the playground breaking my arm. The break was discovered by my parents 4 days later. Subsequently the day my plaster went on my brother was admitted with a broken nose.<br />
At 8 last 3 fingernail off on right hand after playing brandy in backyard and brother through a brick.<br />
At 9 I survived a brain tumor that has left a dominet C scar on my head.<br />
At 10 I fell from top of a cliff cutting my self quite badly leaving scars all over. Told me parents I fell of my bike. (We weren't supposed to be down there)<br />
At 11 Cut the tip of my left thumb clean off. Stabbed clean through left index finger with the chisel.<br />
Some time during childhood a large splinter had lodge under right thumb fingernail and it bloody hurt.<br />
At 12 I put my hand on barbeque trying to stop myself from falling headfirst into it.<br />
Had numerous infections in fingers and toes as a kid. Usually same fingers which is good cause they never fully healed and left a purple sheen that still there today.<br />
At 13 was hospitalised with numerous injuries after I jumped from the back of a moving train. Brother dared me to see if I could jump onto the back of the moving train in first place.<br />
Then at 15 got into a fight and was stabbed with a 3 inch blade for my troubles. I saw red. Didn't use the blade myself but lets just say the culprit ended up worst for wear.
A few days before I started 6th grade, I fell off my bicycle, scraped all the skin off my hands, and dislocated my shoulder.
Aside from the typical bumps, scrapes, and bruises, I fell off my bike when I was seven and had to get stitches. When I was 11, I went roller-skating, fell, and broke my arm. My mom didn't think it was broken until the day after when it was swollen and turning purple.
I was hit by a car while riding a bigwheel when I was five.. I was crossing over the alley to get to the other side of the sidewalk, didn't look to see if any cars were coming and I was hit by the pizza delivery man. Another incident, I sliced most of my right ear off (they sewed it back on though) in a freak accident. I had a bunch of 45 records and albums all over the floor and I was running with one in my hand, slippped, fell and it sliced my ear off. I was 3.
I guess it was partially my fault too- I was going down the sidewalk, I approached the alley and didnt check for cars coming before crossing over to the other side.
6 yr i got stitches in my chin running in the classroom and tripped over the desk (i mean ummm someone tripped me...lol<br />
6 yr old---splintered my right shin with a line drive in ba<x>seball...<br />
9 yr-- playing in the snow and ran a still grounding bar into my knee<br />
10-- ran a broken bike pedal into my shin (nice scar)<br />
10-- gash open when i put my hand thru a fish tank<br />
13--Split my thumb with a meat cleaver trying to split a piece of wood<br />
14--chipped my collar bone in PE when a friend hit me with a 2x4<br />
16-- shoved out of a moving vehicle by my gfs brother being ignorant<br />
16--Shot in the leg by the same gfs other brother rabbit hunting<br />
Thats about all i can recall off the top of my head...lol
I fell off the monkey bars in 4th grade (I think) and broke my wrist.
I got shot in the head with a .357
Broken thumb was probably the worst. Well, that or slicing the webbing between my thumb and pointer finger.
8 stitches about a hair away from my right eye<br />
Car accident that flipped 3 times (before booster seats were a thing)<br />
Ruptured appendix<br />
Blew out my knee at a cheerleading competition<br />
Many sprained ankles<br />
But no broken bones!
Bits of trees stuck into my flesh. Sometimes nurses had to remove them. But my best , my brother breeded doves. Pure whit champion doves, when i was 5 i wa cut on the barbed wire he usee to protect his birds. I got very sick ,Septicemia. Many injections much illness. Now 52 years on,? i am an ox.!
I was running in circles around my coffee table and split my earlobe open on the sharp corner when I fell down- I think I was about 6.<br />
My brother and I were running to catch a bus to the mall in the rain, he slipped and fell onto me causing me to also fall and rip my knee open, I've got a nice scar (I was 12)
Yea - he was 18, 6'4 and over 200 pounds... I was about 100 pounds and 5'2
When I was 5, I was attempting to 'repair' my mom's electric mixer. I had it taken apart, plugged in, and running while it sat in the palm of my right hand. I reached with my left hand to unplug it, and for some reason, my right hand curled up and my ring finger went into the gears ripping the tip of my finger apart.<br />
It wasn't until someone pointed it out to me that, when I dropped the mixer, I dropped it on my leg and ripped a 5" gash in my thigh. I had to have stitches. I didn't feel the gash in my leg because my finger hurt too much.
It's my own fault. Why the hell would I have a mixer with the cover off, in my palm, RUNNING?! It was a learning experience.
Well I'm still a kid but I'll say it anyway. I stood in a fire when I was seven, so I got really bad burns on my feet then. When I was fourteen, I dropped a really hot drink with no milk in it on my leg and I've got a really big scar from that on my leg. I got bitten by a monkey when I was about eight if that counts... That hurt. Still got the scar.
Nah. It had been tied up on a chain for its whole life :( I was in Indonesia, and I was feeding it chewing gum. It didn't like it so it bit me. Then every time I walked past it after that it just picked up the stick that was next to it and tried to hit me with it. hahahahah :') Good times, I miss that little b*stard.