I'm always getting hurt. Joints, mostly. There's usually a contest between my knees to see which one can cave in for the longest, so no more trampolining for me. Don't even talk to me about my thumbs, carpal tunnel, bad back, puny ankles and creaky hips. All my fault, most probably. I have a 'wing it' policy. A tad destructive to the old body matter but what of it!
Back when I was a wee child... not so much. I mean, once I scraped half my chin off on cement and got my stomach clawed by a cat, but that's it. The chin thing healed in a shockingly small amount of time, but I'm got a scar on my rib cage by the grace of that darn kitty. As my body developed, the scar obviously rode up and now I've got a nifty streak against the muscular tissue. Fucking cool, if not a little on the small side. It used to be much larger. Frigging regeneration - getting in the way of my bad assery for the umpteenth time.
I'm used to be quite clumsy. Nowadays I'm a fucking swan.