Best Parent Award 1985
When I was around one year old I was crawling around the back yard while my father was felling trees a la leatherface. He popped in doors a second with the thing still winding down outside and I had to be rushed to hospital after my valiant baby attempt at stopping this foul machine with my face. Of course I can't remember this myself, being so young, but I do have a nifty (thankfully faded) little scar on my nose shaped a bit like the letter W. I'm unsure what that could stand for, but mishaps like this create supervillains.
(Mephs should get a bloody job, Mon 11 Aug 2008, 7:12, Reply)