Im surprised noones already posted something like this
but a number of years back now, I was a little nipper who loved Micro Machines. One day I was at my great-granddads house playing with them in the garden, when it started to rain. I frantically ran back and forth, indoors then out, grabbing as many as i could and bringing them indoors. Little did I know that my dad decided to help, finished the job, and closed the patio door.
Which was one of those glass panel ones that to the untrained eye, well, arent there. I ran straight into it at full pelt in front of my parents and my great-grandparents. I fell flat on my back and proceeded to have my first nosebleed.

Another story, not as good, but fun and from last year. I *love* air hockey. I try and get a game with anyone Im with at an arcade. Im quite an aggressive player, as was my opponent. He was slightly more so though, often slamming it into the air, so I had to play harder. After the game was over, adrenaline still coursing my veins, i shook his hand to notice blood on my hand and shirt. On closer inspection it seemed that he had hit the puck so damn hard it flew off the surface and sliced open my fingers. Luckily, the arcade was opposite Boots, so I nipped over, hand shaking, to buy some plasters. That was embarrassing, I think they must have thought I had punched someone. But im more proud than embarrassed of that, so it perhaps shouldnt be here... meh.

Ooh just remembered another - only a minor one. I was walking down an alley with my best mate of the time, and we were playfully pushing each other into the fences at each side. He pushed a little too hard, I lost my balance and scraped my cheek on the fence. It scarred, beautifully. It was like Action Man's scar. I just wish it could have come from something more fun!

Many apologies for length!
(costie, Thu 2 Sep 2004, 21:16, Reply)