Two from me....
..Aged..ooh...about 7 I was furiously hacking at a bit of wood with a rusty old saw when it suddenly began to turn red. Somehow, I'd managed to saw through the middle of my thumb, and got about half way down the nail before a) wondering why it wasn't hurting and b) wailing for mother. As this was the 70s, dad just stuck it under a tap.

Roll forward to the wee hours in a student house in Middlesbrough. Housemate John has just been sick, very sick and needs escorting to the bathroom, which, like so many of those terraces is downstairs, beyond the kitchen. While he fills the bath with drunken vomit, I slip sideways and crash my head through the back door, then stand in the resulting shards (think 1/72 scale Die Hard). I cut something fairly serious, as dark purple blood is everywhere, pulsing from my foot. John is peering over the bath going "Oooh, you've cut your foot, bleaurghhh". I wrote "It" on the wall, thus inspiring a popular bestseller by Stephen King*


*Lie - I spent all night picking glass out of my foot, and worrying about telling the landlord.
(Mousy Tongue ...Generally bemused by life..., Fri 8 Aug 2008, 7:33, 1 reply)

Ahhh
Middlesbrough. My home town (as in it's the nearest 'town' type place to where I'm actually from - makes it easier to explain to Southerners...) happy times*

Watched 'It' as a kid. The boat scene still haunts me. Coulrophobia I belive it's called!

*lie.
( elgordo, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 9:25, closed)