Quote Originally Posted by Aven View Post
I cracked my skull when I was seven. Rather, my brother cracked it with a metal bar. D: My hands didn't look red with blood, they looked orange! :o
Same. Except instead of a metal bar it was:

1. Brother hit me while he was riding a bike, causing me to flip entirely over both him and the bicycle and landing on the other side. Head first.
2. Large rock, roughly the size of four of my fists now, was dropped on my head from a height of what I estimate to be a good 10-15 feet. Although everything feels higher when you're a child.
3. Rocking back and forth on a chair not meant for rocking back and forth as hard as I was, I tipped it completely backwards and fell on the very edge of a glass casing.

Three seperate occasions I have had to have my head stitched back together. All of these happened before I hit puberty. Aside from those, the worst incident I have had occur was getting my ankle wrapped up entirely in a bike chain. Took about an hour to figure out how exactly to remove the damned thing without causing further damage.