I was always an incredibly safe kid, never played sports or anything that would have hurt me lol. But a few instances come to mind:
- on June 2, 1998 (I remember the date because my memory is awesome), I was walking through the parking lot of the kinder gym I used to go to and suddenly my knee gave out for no reason, and fell directly into the gravel. I had a huge cut on my knee that took three stitches to fix. It wasn't a horrible injury, but I remember screaming and crying in pain as the doctor put the stitches in my knee, and Mum getting right into my face saying "shh shh shh it's OK". To this day, it's one of only two scars on my body (aside from chicken pock scars :P)
- My street has a huge downward slope, and about two years after the knee-in-gravel incident I was riding my brand new scooter down it. I hadn't learned how to brake, and then panicked when I started going too fast and decided just to step off and see what happened. It did not end well. I basically somehow flew forwards and slid about two metres once I hit the road. I had really really deep grazing on both of my palms and on my other knee. This was the first and last time I rode that scooter, it's still sitting downstairs with the other pointless crap I never use lol
- I don't remember this one but I've been told about it. When I was three I fell face-first into the corner of my coffee table, and hit myself about one centimetre below my right eye. I still have the badass scar, even though it's not very visible :P