Accidents

Talk about your bloody accidents.

I had a wooden board collapse on my hand, a chair roll over my toe, a few tripping accidents (left leg and right arm, ironically, I'm a FMA fan), and one slipping accident. Almost lost my left eye on that one, close call. Also ironic because Roy Mustang from FMA lost his left eye. If I was a little bit more foward when I slipped, so long left eye.

 

whoa! You were lucky about your eye.

Hm...well when I was young, the back of my legs got scrapped against the edge of the swimming pool. The edges of the pool are made of cement filled with holes. >_< So it was rough. Blood was on the back of my legs.

One time my brother crashed in to a tree on his bike. (The bark was rough) The bottom of his face was bloody.

 

when I was four, me and my friends, were jumoing out of trees, I said it was boring and went up 5 meters. Nooo!! I fell. I was four and my arm was broken!

I was lying down on the side of an abandoned bridge with my friend. I fell asleep and rolled off. He got my mum, and well yeah. 6 meters right on my back...

 

Hm, the swelling (I remember) looked like a little bigger than a grape. I had a hell of a time seeing the horrified faces of my classmates. I showed up just to see their faces. :p I'm evil.

 

With what?

 

Oh Gawd...your lucky ZOTT.

I am a clutz. A mega clutz. Let's see...well, this week, I tripped walking down my stairs at home, and my nail split, and that bled. That only happened because I had my damn backpack on....those things try to kill ya!!!

 

At lest none of you are dead.

A week ago, I accidentally cut my finger with a knife while sharpening a pencil.
The cut is almost perfectly healed now.

 

Once I was biking down a muddy, grassy hill, going extremely fast, and I hit a bump at the bottom. My bike did a front flip and I shot off and landed on the rocky, gravely cement as I skidded on my knee caps. Blood was spraying everywhere and I fell onto my elbows which were both ripped open. Finally, my face slammed intot he ground and I broke my nose.

How lovely.

 

i've cut open the side of my stomach once. I was running down the street, a wee bit too fast, fell, & the side of my stomach landed right on the tip of the curb. The outcome was not nice... luckily my mum is a nurse.

 

Did a pop awheelie down a hill and when I landed I crashed. Smashed my head in the ground and slide and extra 15 feet into a car. And passed out for a few minutes.

 

Well when I was a ver little kiddo (6 years or something) I feel down a concrete stair.
The flesh on my right leg was torn up all the way into the bone ;S
Yuck! Really disgusting.
It's was a bloody stair after I feel down there.
I also hit my head when I fell there.
The weird part is that I don't even have a scar after that.
My leg is all fine now.

 

I think I can post in this forum forever.

Ok for starters, I was dirt jumping a some local trails and I jump shot me off to the right of the jump and I landed in abunch of slick gravel and what not. When I got up, handle bars were twisted around completely. My arm, had a cut from my elbow to my wrist, all up my forearm, which was covered in blood and gravel. I had to get it cleaned out and I still have the scar tissue, in one long one up my entire forearm.

 

I had this one coming.
A good few years ago two of my brothers n' i were fooling around. We got all the mattresses in the house (about 7-8) n' put them on a couch that folded out to become a bed, the size of them were bigger than me at that time. So we started jumping around & one of them thought it would be funny to sawy the matresses back n' forth while we were jumping on it. So i kinda went flying through the air & caught my leg between the door handle & the door, plus i smacked my head off the door. Man my leg was screwed, could hardly walk after that for some time. My leg had got caught between the knee but my head was ok. :D

 

When I was in third grade, I was playing tag with some of the other kids. They were on the other side of the jungle gym, so I rested on the railing of a metal ramp about 3 ft. off the ground. Someone came to my left when I wasn't looking, tagged me, and I lost my balance. Rather than let go with my legs, the ramp I was sitting on, I held on, thinking I would just hang harmlessly. I forgot to factor in the ramp itself, I hit the ramp on the back of my head, and I lost conscience. Next thing I know, I'm lying face down on one of those things you sit on when you need a checkup in the emergency room, having stitches placed in my head because I split it open. When I got up, I found blood all over my shirt. Such a lovely time (darn it).

 

I could talk for hours about such experiences.

Once I was chasing a guy, and you see, there was this short wall. I didn't see it :D
I fell down and broke my arm. When I got up all I saw was my arm's bone in a 200 angle...
ANother time I fell off of 3 chairs, one on top of the other. I didn't even get a scratch :)
I almost set on fire my house...(don't ask I was small back then and we had this electric piano)
I almost got stepped over by cars many times, but none though

many more...

Ah the good old times...

 

Yep, glad to say we don't do accidents like that anymore do we? :)
(gets up, trips over desk, breaks head and arms) OUCH!

 

My older brother almost set the house on fire from making pasta, the rings on the stove went up in flames. C'mon... i mean it's PASTA of goodness sake. I don't know how he did it.

 

I was on a road trip with my family, and I went to go plug in my motorhome that night, by the way its 2 in the mourning and I can't see a thing, I go to plug it in and one of my fingers was on a prong. Well i got 220 volts of electicty to course through my body and I jumped back like 5 feet. My hand twitched for like the next 8 hours straight. Not fun at all.

 

this wasnt an accident as such, i was eight and my brother (6) and i were playing in the sea with a ball i think at the West Strand (north coast of northern ireland). ofc the west strand is a shelving beach which means, for anyone that doesnt now, it gets deep then shallow then deep because of sand bars. anyway we were playing and we started to drift down the beach. by the time we realised there were slippy rocks under our feet and the waves were like 2 ft high and the water was up to my chin. i waved frantically for my parents to come and save us and they thought i was just going "hey isnt this fun?" when they realised something was wrong my brother had lik fainted or something and i had to keep him afloat. well, my dad twisted his ankle coming out and a wave hit my mum in the face, breaking her sunglasses in two. but we both survived and have been going back there every year since. fun times indeed.

 

This wasn't me, but my family was in the car driving down the highway, while about two or three lanes left of us, a motorcycle goes by. He pops a wheely while passing two or three people...now I don't own a motorcycle, know how to use a motorcycle, but even I know that's dangerous!