Heh, I was apparently a massive klutz when I was little. I was too young to remember all of this, but according to my parents, when I was learning to walk, I fell down into a sliding glass door. Split my head open and had to go to the ER.
Then a few months later, I tripped again and fell into a staircase. Split head, ER visit.
Then a few months after THAT, some dick at my daycare pushed me into a bookcase and... yep, split head, ER visit.
Frankly it's a miracle I retain basic brain function.
Haven't broken a bone since then, though!
Colour Scientist said:
Funnily enough, my boyfriend's dad ran over my foot with his car the other day when he was dropping me to the airport.
I was getting my bag from the back seat and he moved the car forward over my foot. I can walk on it fine but I have a tyre mark bruise on my foot!
I don't think he likes me. :/
Hey, I had a babysitter run over my foot with her Jeep when I was ten. She was picking me up from band practice, and I was putting my instrument in the back when she heard the door shut, thought I was in, and started driving off. It actually didn't hurt that much, but I played up the pain enough that she bought me a McFlurry AND did all my chores!
...Look, I was a manipulative little shit when I was ten, okay? And McFlurries were the only currency I traded in.