Once when I was a kid (6?) I woke up with a slightly sore throat. My mom was asleep but I tried to wake her and tell her that my throat hurt. I heard her mumble something about salt water so I went and mixed a bunch of salt in a glass of water. She said "gargle" with salt water(which I didn't hear clearly)and I assumed she'd said "drink" salt water. One big gulp of salt water went down and then immediately came back up and I stayed home sick that day with an upset stomach.

When I was 6 i stepped on a sewing needle. It impaled my second to last toe. Went all the way threw! ew. I had to have a doctor remove it, after many family members yanked on it while I screamed bloody murder...horrifying to a little kid.

When I was twelve, I was riding a friend's moped (remember those) and I hit a little Benji dog that ran out from between some parked cars. I crashed and lost some teeth on the pavement.

Good times...

Oh so many stories... I'll pick just one.
At the age of about 5 or so, I managed to catch my right hand's ring finger inside the hinge of a wooden screen door on my family's farm house. The tip of my finger was severed and I was rushed to the nearest hospital (25 miles away) in Willmar, MN. My dad got on the CB and radioed the local law enforcement, who stopped traffic at a major intersection as my father drove me and my mother to the ER in our pickup. Very dramatic. My mom had the finger-tip on ice in a cooler, but the doc decided not to reattach, so I simply have an odd finger. Ah, childhood and the scars it leaves...

I swear to god I watched a show on TLC last weekend about severed limbs..
Anyhoo the lesson I learned from it is if you accidentally hack something off.. put it in plastic BEFORE you put it on ice. They make gallon freezer bags which will work for digits and hands, ears.. legs? Maybe a dry cleaning bag?

Riding my bike with my eyes closed at age 6 or 7. Hit the curb, head hit the mailbox, and it was off to the ER for stitches! My parents said I didn't even care about the blood & mess - all I cared about was whether my brand new, sky-blue Schwinn "Lil Chik" bike with the banana seat was OK.

Needless to say nowdays I *never* drive with my eyes closed!

Then there was the time my parents were building an addition onto the back of the house. The timbers & floor were roughed in and the basement dug but still had a dirt floor. Sis & I were building cities with the blocks of wood the carpenters left behind when I leaned back on my hands for a better view... straight down the stairwell hole (no stairs yet) and into the basement.

That one netted me a couple of days in the hospital for a concussion, and lots and lots of attention!

When I was about 10, my family decided to make an ice skating rink in our back yard. After a snowfall, we were out sweeping the rink and I tripped over a broom. My father, a physician, looked at my swollen arm and - honest to God - told me to go in and take two aspirin. After my mother made him take me to the ER, we discovered it was broken.

When I was 3, I had a cute robin's egg blue teddybear/cat looking stuffed animal...it had a jingle bell inside it...which intrigued me. I chewed on the thing until the bell came out and swallowed it...and choked! I turned blue due to the bell getting stuck in my windpipe...eventually, after much back-slapping, being turned upside down and hearing yelps of panic from my mother, I coughed it out....
Then, when I was about 7, I used to walk in the woods a lot by myself...we lived near a lake, with lots of trees, and it was my thing...I had friends but enjoyed my time being independent...I once found my brother's glass rainbow-coloured pot pipe and brought it home thinking it was a piece of treasure or something...anyway, on one of these little journeys ( I never ventured too far from home), I came across a little wooden hut--maybe it was somoene's shed, or a dilapitated, former playhouse for kids...I was having fun running around my "new little house" and didn't notice a board with a rusty nail which was sticking straight up....I stepped right through it...(another toe impalement story)...it hurt, it somehow came out, my foot bled, I was taken to the docs and got it wrapped up and a tetanus shot.

When I was about five, I was standing on my brother's bed with a medium-sized superball in my mouth. No one was around. Not too surprisingly, the ball lodged in my throat, and I started jumping up and down on the bed, in a complete panic. I couldn't cry out, and I realized that I was going to die. The room started going gray. Suddenly, it dislodged and went flying across the room.
To this day, I am afraid of superballs.

I was the drum majorette of the junior high marching band. (Yes, I really was.)

One afternoon in the band room, as I was kneeling down on the floor to talk to some friends, I managed to kneel directly onto a large marching band helmet ornament, which was shaped like an oversized paper fastener. The two 'paper fastener' prongs thrust into the front of my shin, hit the bone, and split apart as paper fastener-shaped things are wont to do. By the time I realized--with horror--what had happened to me, I had the oversized helmet ornament affixed to my leg. It stayed resolutely in place. Defied gravity and everything. It was completely creepy.

My bandmates had to fetch a wheelchair from the nurse's office and somebody wheeled me across the street to the hospital, where they puzzled over me, x-rayed my leg, gave me a tetanus shot, and then unceremoniously pried the thing out of me.

I wish I could say that I won the undying respect and devotion of the marching band that day... but somehow, the respect thing didn't quite work out as planned.

When I was in 6th grade, I was at a friend's house for a b-day slumber party, just a couple of weeks before Christmas. I went to a Catholic school, so by that age, we were a bunch of kids trying everything we were told that we shouldn’t do, such as dip into her parent's liquor cabinet and play with a wegi board (sp?? – you ask it questions and the dark forces spell out the answers).

I remember as clear as day that we were dancing to “Pop Music” (circ ’79) and I was spinning around a pole in her basement that was full of holes in the pole. My left middle finger got caught in the hole and I kept spinning and heard my finger snap, breaking the bone right in the middle of the finger. I was in pain, so my friend went to get her mom and as her mom was tending to me, one of the girls at the party told her mom that she thinks the reason I hurt myself was because we were playing with the wegi board and God is punishing us for playing with the devil.

Well, word got back to our teacher, the school principle and the church that we were playing with evil forces and God broke my finger as punishment, so ALL of the girls from the party were banned from the school Christmas pageant, scheduled for the next week. It was quite the fiasco, as the 6th graders played the main characters in the play and they had to be recast with 5th graders.

I hate to be a punster; and with all respect; sounds like Mary got a little Mercury Rev!

When I was about 8 I was rode my stupid bike straight into a curb. Instead of going over the handlebars (which I would have preferred) I instead slid forward off of my seat. My, er, delicates slammed into the spot where the handlebars attach to the frame of the bike. I staggered home, clutching my stomach, my eyes burning with rage.

I sucked a glass onto my chin during a whole episode of Hogan's Heroes and ended up with a hicky around my mouth. I was in seventh grade and looked like Fred Flinstone. Wilma!

I have crashed on my bicycle many times throughout my life...I smacked a tree so hard with my shoulder so hard it knocked me off the bike as it continued on down the path.

I was 36 years old at the time.

When I was a young lad, I was hit in the face with a croquet mallet...had to have 7 stitches with no Novacaine...just strapped to a board. It took me 35 years to find out who, in fact, did that deed...

It was my brother (I got him back by shoving him through a plate glass window when he was 4...stitches for him, too).

Needless to say, all is forgiven...

I remember when my sister and I were about 6 and 7 we had a pool in our backyard it went to 8 feet. Well it was like in the middle of november cold as hell outside. We decided that we wanted to sit on the edge of the pool where it started sloping off into the deep end. Well there was still water there. Well we were sitting on the edge and just talking and my little brother was standing on the side of the pool watching us, he was about 4. The next thing I know my sister was sliding into the pool grabbing me to help her, I couldn't so I ended up going with her into the water, it was deep and neither of us could swim. I tried to push her under the water so I could breath and she would try to push me under so she could breath. Well I yelled at my little brother to go get our mom. He just stood there. He finally went and got here after like five minutes. She comes running to the pool and hollering at us, telling us that we should of never been near the pool and this would have never happened. She pulled my sister out by her hair because she was alot closer then what I was. She had to get the skimmer and extend it to get me out. Well she yelled at us all the way to the house and told us to get into the bathtub and when we got out we were to go straight to our room. We got grounded for like 2 weeks then.

We can laugh about it now but when it was all going on I was really really scared and so was she. We both had thought that we were going to die.

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I was about seven and we were at grandmas me my
sis and my 2 cousins. I wanted to ride hillary's mountain bike. u know those big bikes

7 years shoudlnt even touch. well i was riding

down the hill ,lost control and then cheek meet very painful tree. so my face was sratched an

bloody an leg caught in bobwire. i have no scars and i'm 13,