childhood injuries

[seXieleXie]

when i was younger i was always doing something stupid and dangerous, and frequently getting hurt in the process. i remember summers by the way in which i hurt myself ("that was the summer i fell out of the tree in golden gate park and chipped my tooth" etc etc) oddly enough, i never took a hint. hell, i learned how to skateboard when my wrist was still in a cast from some other accident.

the reason i'm bringing this up is that i'm about to go roller blading with my sister and i think roller blades may be the only piece of recreational equipment i haven't managed to hurt myself with. yet.

so, who has good stories to share about stupid fun resulting in childhood injuries? when i come back i'll share mine, i've got dozens.

 

[michaelmt1]

On Mother day when I was six years old i was playing with some friends we were playing chasings.

Well to get away I climbed onto a picket Fence and my foot became firmly lodged between two pickets. Being a bright child and have a fundermental understanding of physics i concluded that if I jumped off the fence my leg would logically follow.

Now this is all well and good on theory and it did work the problem was that my leg stayed for a second or so longer than the rest of my body. Result on broken leg !!

Mike

 

[Bindii]

I don't even know where to start!

I once broke both my arms within a week..yep I was the dorky kid at high school with both arms in plaster.

I spent a lot of time riding horses, one day I was riding a newly broken in horse that got a fright and took off, he tripped in a hole and literally rolled on top of me breaking my right arm in four places. I was a bit of a drama queen in those days (nothings changed) and went home bawling to Mum, who decided that my arm wasn't broken??? A few days later my uncle drove me to the hospital where it was x-rayed and set in plaster.

I somehow managed to convince my parents that the doctor said it was ok to still ride horses...besides they did need excersing. A day after having my arm set I was riding my horse, she decided that she wasn't having any of that and bucked me off. My foot was caught in the sturrup (I guess this is why I only ever use safety stirrups now!) and I was dragged about 100 metres breaking my other arm in two places. This time Mum believed me!

I have so many stories.....most of them involving accidents on horses from my childhood.

 

[badasschick]

Pick a limb.....as a kid I gave Evel Kenivel a run, whethter it be rolling down a hill in a cardboard box, math class or trying to walk on a leg that fell asleep.

 

[lobito]

I've done the whole Evil Kenevil (sp?) thing as well.

I was the only one home one night when I decided to ride my bike out in the strret, and seeing the curb, figured it'd be fun to jump that curb. Bad choice! I landed on the very corner of a neighbors railroad tie in the front lawn. I seem to remember hearing something like 125 stitches or so, inside and out. I have the largest scar on my forehed, though it's barely noticable now.

I was also plating zim-zam, (remember that game?) with my brother and won. He didn't like it too much, and as I was walking inside the house he took aim, and through the hard plastic raquet at the back of my head. I got a lot of stitches for that one too.

Put a steak knife through my left hand one time, after I caught a dragonfly and was putting holes in the metal lid of the jar so he wouldn't die.

And my earliest was when my caousin and I went to have our stomachs pumped after opening a box of contac medicine, and emptying the little "candies" from them. Yep, we ate all those little colored things.

I was a bad kid in some ways. Other ways I just had bad luck.

 

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[Georgia Girl]

Most of mine involved my brother.

The dune buggy we got for Christmas, we took off riding in some tall grass, hit a bump, I fell out, Tod turned around to find me and drove over me.

Riding on the motorcycle barefoot down the road, he turned, didn't tell me and drug my toes on the asphalt.

Rough housing in the den, hit my head on the hearth and knocked a hole in it.

He decided to help me with learning to do splits, he did this by jumping on my shoulders when I was mid split, to this day I can hold a perfect split for hours.

He's such a sweetie.

Dawn

 

[ilovewriting]

There was this little boy, one that my mum used to look after, who got his penis foreskin stuck in the strings of a kiddy guitar! lol He was bawling his eyes out! It was soooooooo funny.

 

[Private Vasquez]

My mom said to stop jumping on the couch. Like I'm supposed to listen, who does she think she is, my MOM or something? Anywhoo...the next thing I remember, I'm in my aunt's arms, crying, and my dad is fascinated by something on my face. As it turns out, during the jumping fun, I managed to jump off the couch and hit my temple (yeah, that one on your head) on the corner of the speaker that was nearby. It didn't bleed, and only required three stitches, but the impact deformed my muscles (hopefully nothing else). I now have dimple, but I wasn't born with it.

My summers are pretty well measured by the bee stings. I'm allergic, so they're easy to remember.

 

[amelia]

when i was in the 5th grade..i was carrying out the trash..and i stepped on something and it sliced through my right achilles tendon...i had to be rushed to the hospital..and i was wearing my bathing suit..and when i got to the hospital..they had to cut my bathing suit off of me...i was mortified b/c you don't wear underwear with a bathing suit and there were all these people around...


in the 8th grade i broke my tail bone..at the swimming pool...i remember when they told me they had to take xrays...and the dr. said he needed to make sure everything was ok (this meant he had to stick his finger in my hiney) when i figured out what he meant..i started crying..'no mommy..don't let him...' i had to sit on one of those round pillow things for the rest of the summer...and i still can't sit for long periods of time...

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Um, lexie, not paying attention to anything else. Your av is yum.

 

[Spinaroonie]

My wrist hurts if I play GTA3 too much.

 

[TygerEyez]

When I was three, I tried to save my sister from being trapped in an empty freezer box. Stood on my plastic wheelbarrow, went ass over appetite, and cracked my head open on the concrete. It was messy....

People tell me that story explains alot though...?

 

[ilovewriting]

Um, lexie, not paying attention to anything else. Your av is yum.

The same thought crosses my mind everytime i see that av.

 

[ksmybuttons]

When I was five, I had the top of my right index finger, just above the first joint, cut off in the back hinge of a door. I dislocated my knees about every six months from the time I was 11 until I was 20 and finally had them fixed. I broke my left leg jumping hurdles when I was 12.

 

[SweetCherry]

There was this little boy, one that my mum used to look after, who got his penis foreskin stuck in the strings of a kiddy guitar! lol He was bawling his eyes out! It was soooooooo funny.

Bah, that's nothing. Once, my coisin stuck his penis into a pop can to pee in it. Ended up getting it stuck and had to go to the doctor to get it removed.

I guess I never really had any real serious misadventures when I was a kid, unless you count the time I tripped over my brother's legs and split open my forhead on the coffee table or the time I tried to take a staple out of the middle of a magazine with my mother's sewing scissors.

 

[Juspar Emvan]

Two of the best ones were learning to ride a tricycle. Age 2, 5 year old friends pushing me. Damned if my toe didn't get stuck in the spokes, around we go. Damn. Quick grab the baby, grab the toe, we're going to the hospital.

And chasing my brother up the stairs. He shuts the door and leans on it while he tries to lock me out. Dumb kid put his foot through the glass trying to brace it against me. Sliced my calf open good and propper. Lots'a stitches, inside and out. Never hurt though. Mum passed out while I watched them stitch it up. The worst part of that was that little brother spent the whole summer at the beach, but I had problems with the scar closing up and couldn't get sand or water in it.

Helps define my left calf quite nicely though.

 

[T.H. Oughts]

I have never had any broken bones or stitches. But when I was about 8 running around the farm I tripped on a piece of wood and a nail entered below my knee about 2 inches deep. Still have the scar.

 

[seXieleXie]

okay, i'm back and (amazingly, since i couldn't stop without the assistance of a large stationary object) i'm all in one piece. i only fell once, and that was because my sister thought it would be funny to litterally skate circles around me. damn show off.

like GG, lots of my accidents were brother-related. one of the ones that is clearest in my memory was from when i was about 6 or so. i was at one of my favorite playgrounds, tagging after my brother and cousin, wanting to play with them. they were going to go do the HUGE (well, huge to a 6 year old) cement slide poured into a hillside on one edge of the park. my mother had told me several times i was too little to go on that particular slide, it was for big kids. when my brother and cousin said i couldn't come with them because they were going on the cement slide, i decided i would show everyone that i *was* a big kid.

there is a long stairway you can take to get to the top of the slide but my brother informed me that only babies took the stars; big kids climbed up the jagged rocks to get to the top. still trying to prove how big i was, i started climbing up after the boys. about halfway up my foot slipped and my face came down HARD on a rock in front of me.

at first i didn't really register what had happened, because while my head hurt badly, it didn't hurt as much as the scrapes on my palms or knees. i started crying because that was the standard course of action when i hurt myself, but i really wasn't that upset. then my brother took one look at me and he began yelling for my dad. i had no idea why. i reached up to swipe away what i thought was a tear running down my cheek and came back with a bloody hand. it was just a tiny cut on my forehead, only 4 stiches, but it bleed horribly. i can't imagine how freaked out my father was, and later when i came home from the E.R. and my mother saw all the blood on my clothes she almost had a heart attack.

i still have the little scar on my forehead. i have a lot of other scars, this one is probably the wimpiest

 

[RisiaSkye]

I bit through my lower lip when I was about three, playing King of the Hill on the bunkbeds with some friends.

Three months later, I did it again.

I broke my hymen when I was about seven, rollerskating. My sister, a friend, and myself were skating on the old metal wheeled skates that attached to your shoes, in the garage of my friend's house. I fell and landed right on the skate, right under me. I saw blood in my panties and went home to tell my mom I had broken my private place. She laughed so hard, tears were coming down.

 

[Eagle70]

Oh man, this is gonna be the proverbial laundry list...


When i was about 2, i was running around my house, and ran head first into a wall. i couldnt lift my head for like a week, THEN my genuis parents bring me to the doctors.

When i was like 4 or 5, my sister Sophia pulled my shoulder out of my socket...and i didnt get it set for a couple of days..once again, my parents are SO smart.

Next up, i was over a friends house when i was in...oh, maybe third grade. We're playing around his backyard, when he picks up a metallic fence post and swings it across my face...deep scar right below my left eye.

A year later, i was riding my bike with another friend, my chain snapped, i panicked, hit the front brake, did a face plant onto the concrete and hit my head on a tree. Part of my lip was ripped off my face, had to be stiched back on, chipped my tooth, still having issues with the bonding.

Riding motorbikes with my friends about 6 years ago, i loose control, and go tumbling down about 20 feet of loose gravel. that cut me up good.

Got back to back stingers playing football my freshman and sophmore years of football. Almost got paralyzed after my last one, but i kept playing.

My junior year playing homerun durby in the school parking lot, i'm chasing after the ball, slip on some sand, rip up my elbow tothe point of destruction.

Finally, this past fall, playing intermural football, some kid i was pass blocking elbowed me in the eyebrow, splitting me wide open...didnt get stiched, cause, as my friends so lovingly told me "none of us wanna drive to the hospital and be there all night...plus, chicks dig scars." Those fuckers

 

[lickerish]

This one time.. my sister(3) and I(5) had propped a baby bed mattress against the coffee table. We took turns running across the table and sliding down the mattress. Great fun, until it was my turn and I ran, started to slide, and the mattress came un-propped and I cracked my head against the sharp corner.

Put me in the stitches catagory.

 

[JennyOmanHill]

Playing some fantasy game with myself, I was roaming around my house, sneaking around when a 4 inch sliver of wood (from the wooden arches separating our "railroad" rooms) slid into my foot. I was about 6 years old, and still remember the pain as the doctor (who still made house calls) removed it!

I also remember sliding down a slide in a lake and not catching myself. Don't remember what age I was, but remember being fascinated at the muffled sounds of the adults above the water, and the welcoming hands of my aunt rescuing me. (I spit up buckets of the water I swallowed!)

Last mishap was when I was around 8 years old. I walked behind my cousin while we were fishing off a pier and had his three-pronged fishhook imbed in my arm. Had to drive to local doctor for the shots and the painful removal!

 

[Kitte]

When I was three I was playing on a rope swing and it got tangled around my neck and I was in a coma for a bit...but Im feeling Muuuuuuuuuuch better now.

I once fell on an 8 penny nail and it went through my knee..it hurt

 

[max_dylen]

when I was about 4 I was pretending to be a horse and running around on all fours , ran into a chair and got a 4 inch cut right above my right eyebrow

I was swimming I jumped in a river and cut my left side open on a sharp rock , wasn’t too bad because I didn’t get stitches

when I was about 7 during moving time my dad dropped a double bunk bed on my big toe , crushed it up real good , thnx dad

he also rode over that same foot with a motorcycle , no injuries there , except it swelled up real good

I decided that id be cool and jump into a car through the open window well the second my feet leave the ground the car takes off , not very fast but fast enough that my feet miss the window, I land and hear this strange crunch sound then take a fall I try to get up but notice that my left leg has a extra 90 degree angle in it and some strange looking shards of white with blood squirting out of it , ended up having a metal bar put into my leg and a whole bunch of screws , Im still recovering , that happened about 4 months ago


A month before that I was riding my bike, it was dark all of a sudden I see a guy in front of me, I slam the brakes and take a dive off, land on my head and pretty much scalp myself, at first I thought I was alright then I feel something running down my face, im like shit I must be sweating, then I notice that im covered in blood head to toe, any way I go up to this Chinese store and the fuckers see me and all hurry to the back and im outside asking for help bleeding like a motha fukah, I left them a nice long blood smear on their window as a thank you for all their help , any way got to the hospital , took them about 8 hours to sow me up had like 40 stitches and about another 40 staples on top of that , now I lots of scars on my head and forehead but its kewl , chick like scars..........right......some one humor me

also broke my wrist on that fall so no my left hand knuckles line up in a straight line (the aren’t suppose to , go ahead make a fist a look)


I think that’s about it