Something on my face? Where?
I was eight years old, at school having lunch. Someone shoved me to the side to put their plate down on the table.
Being a master of physical comedy, I then boiiiiinged back and forth as if on a spring.

The reaction wasn't quite what I'd intended. No laughs, no giggles... just ashen faces and a scream from one of the younger kids.

The plate had hit the very edge of my eye-socket, breaking the skin to the bone. Blood was pouring down my face.
I must have looked like a nazi at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, but since it hadn't hurt at all I was blissfully unaware till a teacher led me away for repair work.
( chthonic, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:50, 1 reply)

*I must have looked like a nazi at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark*
And thats your clicky right there :o)
(Nogin the Nog is the good one! Beware Nogbad the Bad!, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 11:08, closed)