... Grug?
For some reason that reminds me of that old ABC show "Trap Door"
OOOOOOH BONEY!
I forgot to write a tale of my worst injury! Eegads! If you will, cast your minds back... to umm... when I was like, seven.
*Screen goes all fuzzy*
There I was, being an idiot in kid form in the backyard, I see my Dad has left the axe out from chopping up palm leaves so they could be jammed into the bin (No, seriously)
AW I CAN HAVE A GO! My brain proclaims to my body, and wee! Before you know it, I'm chopping sh*t up. Next minute, BAM!
I've chopped right into my leg. Blood bursts out, and I have a demented cry. I run into the house, screaming, complete with cool little jets of blood squirting out.
I'm rushed to the Hospital, and had to get a whole butt load of stitches. Bloody well killed, it did.
Left blood all over the bit where I was waiting in the waiting room though. THAT WAS MY REVENGE!
... I.. Guess.
Oh yeah, I've also scrapped the sh*t out of my back before. This was about when I was... five. I think. It was in the house before the house with the palm trees (both in QLD) if that makes sense.
Anyway, this place was in the MIDDLE OF NO-WHERE. I hated it, took half an hour to drive into town, THERE WAS NO GAMES SHOP IN TOWN. Had to travel an hour and a half to get to a Toyworld to buy my NES games back then -___________-
Anyway, had to make alot of my own stupid fun. Was lucky enough to have a family move in next door that year (which was a 15 minute walk away), they had three boys around my age (and a Mega Drive, Master System and Atari 7800 ^^)
We decided it would be an awesome idea to get our skateboards and bikes, and just basically fall down this VERY steep hill. OMG ENTERTAINMENT! LETS GO!
I went first, on my trusty skateboard. No helmet. THEY'RE FOR WIMPS!
Weee! I roll off and tumble down the road, most of the time is spent on my back, along rocks, gravel and a very very very hot road.
Despite them seeing me fall down in utter pain, they continued on their bikes.
... Let's just say, they never rode on them again. Although none suffered the injuries like me. I'd scrapped away alot of the skin from my back. I couldn't lay down, sit down for weeks. Had to sleep on my gut, and even then, I'd wake up screaming in the night from when I'd rolled over.
So, the moral of this story, is...
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Don't live in the middle of no-where?