A childhood injury resulting from an accident that you can recall?

When I was about 7 some neighbor friends had a tree house where the dad had welded several metal pipes together to make a firemans pole exit from the top. I slid down the pole and was dog piled by 3 other kids who were right on top of me. Crushed my ankle.

At 9 I was hit in the mouth with a baseball and needed a root canal. Extremely painful.

At 10 I fell down some cement steps and cracked my cheekbone and had a wicked black eye.

At 11 I was run down by an evil pony who left hoof print bruises on my chest, dislocated my knee and took a bite out of my shoulder.

I had a black eye or fat lip in almost every school picture from 2nd through 6th grade.
I was a tomboy and accident prone. lol

When I was a toddler my father was playing when he was tossing me up and down in the air when he slipped causing me to land mouth first on the edge of a steel Radio Flier red wagon. There was blood all over the place and I vividly recall being wildly upset about this. While dad was trying to comfort me in his lap after ,I remember mother looking on with tears. In my first grade class pictures I had the classic black tooth grin because of that. Thank goodness for baby teeth.

Cut off my thumb with a bread slicing machine. Bloody awesome.

I vividly recall, and even now am clutching at my groin, doing a jump on a bicycle across a ditch and coming down hard on the crossbar then because of the momentum sliding up the bar and into the handlebars, my legs going under them and my body going over the top, then coming to a sliding stop in this position with my testicles sandwiched between the bar and handlebars and the seat hitting me in the back of the head which, believe it or not, I did not even notice until a friend pointed out I was bleeding.

As I said, I cringe to this day.

@rojo Classic wipe out. What are the odds that all who witnessed that would have kept a straight face?

Age 3–4, car accident, had a VW radio in my brain, had to have brain surgery, paralyzed for a week. No repercussions though, I think it made me smarter- ha!

Age 7. Fingers of my right hand accidentally slammed in a phone booth door. OW!

@woodcutter none did. All three were all laughing so hard they couldn’t even help extricate me. I had to uncross the handlebars myself and un-pinch that which should not be pinched.

@KNOWITALL how was/is the reception?

Yeah, when your junk is involved you are gonna be on your own. @rojo

@KNOWITALL Was your brain radio from the car you were riding in?

@ragingloli So you grind your bones to make your bread?
Isn’t that a line from some story like Jack and the beanstalk? lol

@woodcutter Yes. It wrapped around a tree on the front and I was trapped between the car frame and the door with the radio stuck in my head.

She literally had to hold my skull together to keep my brains from spilling out. And now I’m in radio, whodathunkit?! :)

@rojo I love radio, great reception, although my eyes suck, I’m pretty much legally blind without my contacts. I still have some badass scars on my skull, too.

@KNOWITALL You have “Fahrvergnugen” now?

Learn to use the ü.

@woodcutter Yep, I think my ancestors were Germans, too. German, Dutch and Irish.

Irish at least

When I was about 12 a neighbor kid pushed me off my bike. The back fender laid the top of my ankle wide open. I hobbled home with the help of my little sister (for some reason refusing a ride from one of the neighbors who passed by and saw me bleeding and hobbling) and went in the house. Mom and Dad were on the back deck off the kitchen. From the kitchen I said, “Mom?!”
“Don’t interrupt.”
”MOM!!”
I interrupted forcefully. That got their attention! And I got stiches. I remember counting the holes in the drop ceiling tile in the doctor’s office.

I have never understood how my Mom couldn’t read the tone in my voice. She did it again several years later, when I was 17. My Mom and I were downstairs talking and my sister came in the front door. She said, “Mom?” and the tone in her voice had me up on my feet and running even though I couldn’t see her. Mom just said “I’m down stairs,” and didn’t move. She heard my sister, but the tone just didn’t register. My sister got to the top of the stairs where I met her. She’d been bitten by a water moccasin down by the creek.

I was late for work and my boss wouldn’t believe me when I told him why. I made him call my Mom.

See, our problem was we were Outside Doing Things. We should have been Playing Video Games Inside Where It Was Safe. But video games hadn’t been invented yet.

Oh man…I forgot about my mom slamming the car door on my fingers around 8 or so. OWWWW! The kind of pain that makes you go cold all over.

I fell on the clothesline with my throat when I was 7. I was laying around for an hour trying to breathe.

Then I burnt most of my upper leg with boiling water when I was 8 or 9. Went to school the next day with the untreated burn and went to the doctor only after school.

Then I tripped and fell mouth first against the corner of a table at school. Lost some teeth and had to have a lip and the inside of my mouth stitched.

I just had a painful accident about a week ago. My bed is next to a big window and I was reaching up with one arm to close my blinds at sunrise and the arm I was leaning on slipped out from under me and I smashed my nose into the windowsill. It hurt SO bad, I was surprised it didn’t result in a bloody nose. Just a red mark and sore for a few days. haha

NOT a good way to wake up when trying to get a few more zzzz’s. :-/

On a class trip I fell on the corner of a staircase and ripped a massive hole into my palm. Sweet pain, I love it.

Then there was the time where I cut my foot open on a mussel in the Balaton Lake in Hungary.
Right through the damn sock I was wearing.

@ragingloli Dang, lucky you’re even ALIVE…lol

@KNOWITALL True, but he does suffer from brain damage clearly. lolol ;-)

As a result of the very first accident when it was dropped on it’s head at birth :D

“It”....lol

@Coloma
Says the one that screws its pet goose.

@ucme
Still bettern than your case, where your teeth rot ate its way into your brain, which was vestigial at best to begin with, due to your island inbreeding.

Err, spray that again!
Medication time…medication time…

When I was 7 or 8, I fell in the alley and cut my left palm open on a piece of glass. I ran into the house screaming, my hand squirting blood, but it wasn’t the pain that was scaring me, it was that I was afraid I was going to have to get stitches for the first time in my life. I asked my mother if I needed stitches, and thinking I had asked something else, she said yes. That got me screaming even more. I wound up needing 10 stitches, and all these years later I still have the scar to remind me.

Pity they don’t have some way to prevent mental scarring @Pachyderm_In_The_Room Perhaps Temporal stitches or Occipital staples?

Once, as a baby, I was carried off by wild dingos.

Meryl was such a bad mommy.

But such a great PM.

Fucking terrible singer though, Mamma Mia whatsamadda I breaka ya face!

@ragingloli Correction. I don’t screw him, he screws me! What can I say, when goslings become imprinted mother and sex become intertwined. lol

When I was in kindergarten I went to a little private elementary school of about 100 kids. One day the power went out, so they put us in the gym and had us entertain ourselves with a game of tag where everyone was “it.” I collided with another girl in my grade, and somehow her tooth sliced my eyelid open. I had to have three stitches to close the slit. It’s still amazing to me that thanks to a millimeter of skin and automatic reflexes, I can see in both eyes.