Chronologically...
I impaled my chin on those sharp escalator edges. Well, not impaled, flayed off most of the skin though. Was lucky I didn't sever my trachea. I was 7, my Mom freaked the fuck out. I've never bled so bad since. And now hair won't grow in that area. Since that day I have had a great aversion to escalators.
Got whacked in the head with a garden hoe.
Shattered my femur on a soccer goal post. (1 year recovery time, woot.)
Shot in the arm with a .32
That's about it.
I impaled my chin on those sharp escalator edges. Well, not impaled, flayed off most of the skin though. Was lucky I didn't sever my trachea. I was 7, my Mom freaked the fuck out. I've never bled so bad since. And now hair won't grow in that area. Since that day I have had a great aversion to escalators.
Got whacked in the head with a garden hoe.
Shattered my femur on a soccer goal post. (1 year recovery time, woot.)
Shot in the arm with a .32
That's about it.