Dan Gould Posted October 12, 2004 Report Posted October 12, 2004 Somewhat inspired by Chris A.'s "On The Street Where You Lived" thread, let's hear some growing up war stories ... you know, not the minor nicks and scrapes but the accidents that scared the crap out of your folks and had them racing to the hospital/Doctor. I was rather accident prone as a child. Among them: Tumbled down the concrete steps in the apartment building where we lived in Chicago. Mom was doing the laundry and found me in a heep at the bottom of the stairs. That would be the first concussion. Carelessly walked behind the swings at the park, got clobbered in the side of my head. That would be the second concussion. Came flying down the walkway in front of our house on Long Island, turned the corner toward the front door when my feet went out beneath me, and I went headlong into the corner of the brick steps. Put a huge gash in my forehead, 12 stitches to close, you can still barely see the scar. At my older brother's little league game, I was chasing some kid around a wire fence-the kind that aren't prison-type barbed wire, but the metal comes to a twist at the top. I climbed part way up the fence to see where the kid was on the other side, slipped, and the metal tore into my throat. It didn't hurt that badly, but the look on the adult's faces said otherwise. Turned out it just missed my carotid artery. That's another still barely there scar. So how did you scare the hell out of your parents? Quote
ejp626 Posted October 12, 2004 Report Posted October 12, 2004 Only one major trauma. Was running around in a mall and ran smack into a marble pillar for a bank. Split my forehead open. Still a small scar. Quote
Man with the Golden Arm Posted October 12, 2004 Report Posted October 12, 2004 Man I would not normally reply to this but here's my wacky story from about age 9: How my parents scared the hell out of me! When I was a kid, Dad sometimes had a pile of burnables in the back of the yard. Well, Mom went to the store one Saturday and got a bunch of bags of groceries. She piled all the emptied bags into one and I hauled it off to the pile that Dad had going with some leaves and brush. Unfortunately she didn't take a fresh can of Black Flag out of the bottom of one of the sacks. So as I was standing about ten yards away watching the stuff cook ... KABOOOOM!!!! You'd of thought a bomb went off ... the cut open, now bottomless can of Black Flag rocketed out of the pile and zing !! hit me right in the thigh leaving a nice circular bleeding gash and me jumping around the yard like a caffeinated one legged contra dancer. Another few inches or so and they'd have shipped me off to castrati lessons. Luckily no stitches were needed and some good butterflying and mercurochrome set it straight, and thank goodness that I ate alot as a kid! Quote
Noj Posted October 12, 2004 Report Posted October 12, 2004 At 11 ran after a ball into a patch of ivy and ripped my left shin open to the bone on a sprinkler head I didn't see. 33 stiches, some inside and some outside. I actually touched my bone. Mom damn near fainted. Huge scar is still there. At 14 shattered my right wrist when I fell after sliding a real long handrail on my skateboard. Landed perfectly--but in the oil that had leaked from a car which made the fall extra awkward. Broke my right ankle two different occasions playing basketball, at 19 and 21. Quote
catesta Posted October 12, 2004 Report Posted October 12, 2004 I consider myself very lucky. I've walked away from several serious accidents including a car rollover. Had major crack ups, I even fell off a ladder into a citrus tree, but never broke a bone in my body. The only thing for me was when I was about 5-6 years old, I was running in my socks across a freshly waxed wood floor and could not stop, smacked a double pane glass window with my head. Like ejp just a small scar (covered by my lovely hair ) is the only evidence. Quote
rachel Posted October 13, 2004 Report Posted October 13, 2004 Like Catesta, I've had some kinda guardian angel riding around with me (no doubt tsk tsking during my driving-around-drinking-beer-after-school-phase). I rolled my very first car at age 16: a 1975 Vega. No seatbelts--fell asleep--not a scratch. I still shudder when I think about what could have been.... Quote
Joe G Posted October 13, 2004 Report Posted October 13, 2004 The worst one I remember, and it still gives me the willies, was when I was 7 or 8, and got my thumb slammed in the screen door. The wind just caught the door and it shut HARD! As if that wasn't bad enough, later it swelled all up, and I remember the doctor (here's where you scream) inserting a hot paperclip into my thumbnail to relieve the pressure. It just sort of sank in there. GOD! It creeps me out just to write that! Quote
Noj Posted October 13, 2004 Report Posted October 13, 2004 I once ran over my pinky while riding on my ass on my skateboard. The yet-to-be-exposed-fingernail popped right out the top of my pinky so the nail and a flap of skin were dangling, and the whole thing was scraped to hell on the side of the knuckle. By crikey, it hurt. Quote
Big Wheel Posted October 13, 2004 Report Posted October 13, 2004 I've never broken a bone, though I did slam my right thumb in a sliding glass door at the age of five. It didn't even hurt until I looked down at it to try and figure out why my hand was stuck. As soon as I saw it gushing blood, THEN I felt it. Somehow no stitches were required though I can still see the scar. Quote
catesta Posted October 13, 2004 Report Posted October 13, 2004 Like Catesta, I've had some kinda guardian angel riding around with me (no doubt tsk tsking during my driving-around-drinking-beer-after-school-phase). And no doubt, still tsk tsking.... Quote
PHILLYQ Posted October 13, 2004 Report Posted October 13, 2004 I was very lucky, no broken bones or massive blood loss, but I was hell on a pair of glasses! I started wearing them at 8, and I was determined to have as much fun and play as much sports as anyone else. I bent them, cracked them, lost pieces, popped lenses, any way you could mangle a pair of glasses I did. So I became a regular at the local optical place, going in with my Mom and a wounded pair of specs. The people there even used to give us a nice discount, maybe because I was such a frequent customer. Quote
doubleM Posted October 14, 2004 Report Posted October 14, 2004 I've broken nearly everything, been stitched up more times than I can remember. I'll have to tell some stories when I'm not about to watch the game. Quote
rachel Posted October 14, 2004 Report Posted October 14, 2004 Like Catesta, I've had some kinda guardian angel riding around with me (no doubt tsk tsking during my driving-around-drinking-beer-after-school-phase). And no doubt, still tsk tsking.... oh no.... that's just a silly myth. I enjoy my libations in a stationary manner these days. Although I do admit to being a sucker for the Cabo Wabo almost as much as I'm a sucker for winking Italian men.... Quote
BERIGAN Posted October 14, 2004 Report Posted October 14, 2004 Like Catesta, I've had some kinda guardian angel riding around with me (no doubt tsk tsking during my driving-around-drinking-beer-after-school-phase). And no doubt, still tsk tsking.... oh no.... that's just a silly myth. I enjoy my libations in a stationary manner these days. Although I do admit to being a sucker for the Cabo Wabo almost as much as I'm a sucker for winking Italian men.... Don't just sit there catesta, wink already! Quote
BERIGAN Posted October 14, 2004 Report Posted October 14, 2004 Funny to hear how many here haven't broken a bone...yet! IF I broke one, it was just a minor crack, perhaps that time I came down the steps too fast and had my big toe under my foot. Now, back in the day, I recall being a bit of a pyro, and thought around the age of 5 that making a paper airplane, lighting it on the stove, and throwing it, damn, that would be cool! Of course, the kitchen had a back door, but to throw a paper airplane, at night would be best out the front door where there was a steep hill(Gliding paper airplane on fire, oh man!) Didn't quite make it to the front door. It stuck to my hand. Burned my thumb, and index finger. Big blister on my thumb, that grossed out girls after it broke. I remember that same steep hill being really cool to slide down on a cardboard box, sometimes you could make it all the way to the small concrete creek shaped like this \__/. Never hurt myself doing that, but another time, I tried to jump over the creek, jumped too soon. Hit this part / of the creek with both knees! ow! Both knees were bleeding, but somehow didn't crack my kneecaps! Those jeans really cushioned the blow! Kept playing as well. I remember running down the a hill, falling, somersaulting, and landing back on my feet! Never a camera around when you do that. Jumped off fairly high back porches of apartments with my friends, over, and over again. It was into dirt at least. Remember my friends thinking it was cool to jump backwards off the front steps (4-5 of them) Hurt myself a few times doing that. Don't know why my Dad thought I was an idiot anytime I was caught doing that. IF I ever have kids, a literal short leash till they are about 25...how I didn't break my neck is beyond me. Of course, 20-25+ years down the road, I have had to have back surgery, wrist surgery, and ankle surgery. Quote
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