Chopping wood
When I was a kid we had an open fire. It was my job to chop the logs, which I quite liked. As a 12 year old I was in awe of the power of a long handled axe.

So there I was swinging the axe, chopping the logs, only a little bit too close to the bit of rope hung across the garden between 2 smallish trees that my mum used as a washing line.

Last log. Extra big swing of the axe. Axe gets caught on the rope. The trees flex until they can't flex any more, then (a la Tom and Jerry catapult) spring back firing the back of the axe into my forehead. I woke up in the garden with a concerned neighbour stood over me and a big dent in my forehead.

I still (19 years later) have the dent in my forehead, which really hurts the morning after drinking too much Stella. Other beers are fine.
(ralphseviltwin, Mon 16 Feb 2009, 11:09, Reply)