I once got knocked down by a parked car.
Nowhere near as exciting a story as it sounds.

Playing a nice friendly game of 'run-away-from-the-slightly-bigger-boys-or-they-punch-you' in the playground, and I decided that the best course of action would be to jump down a flight of stairs, rather than run down.

Mid air, I realised that, on balance, jumping up at the top of them was pretty unnecessary.

As I hit the ground, my left knee buckled like swooning milkmaid. My right knee, however, stayed firm. This effectively pitched me over to the left, and straight into the car that had been thoughtfully parked to aid my descent. The car span me around, seemingly endlessly, as I made my way groundwards, and I landed in a tangled mass of limbs and hurt pride.

Length? The scar on my knee is an inch or so, at best...
(Serotonicity was a naughty boy on..., Fri 22 Jan 2010, 23:25, Reply)