Bunker Bouncing
When I was a nipper, I was round at my friends house, and we were jumping up and down on top of his coal bunker. Nobody used coal any more, so it was empty, and it wasn't particularly well constructed in the first case. It was made from slabs, slabs that you would have on your driveway.

Of course it's clear where this is headed, I'm 7 years old and roughly the size of the bunker. The bunker, of course, collapses, and I fall into it, and the slabs fall on top of me. One of them opens me up from just under my neck down to my stomach, there's a fair bit of blood. My pals mum comes running out of the house hearing the noise, sees me in a panic covered in blood and rushes to my aid. I was so scared I wasn't interested in anything she could do for me, I wanted my own mum, so I ran the 2 minutes it took me to get home. It turned out it was a superficial scratch, although I can't fathom why I wasn't killed or maimed. My pals mum of course felt guilty and responsible, so much so that she couldn't face phoning or coming round to see if I was ok until her husband came home and they both came around. By that time it'd been forgotten, I had been given the usual biscuit and had an assortment of plasters on. I think she was closer to death than me.
( Halk, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 5:28, Reply)