It was my mums fault
When i was about 9 or 10. Could have been 11. Maybe 12 at the outside...
Anyway my family, mostly my sister, being involved in a pastime of the equine nature (she rode horses)had the small horse box out in front of the house - like the one in that james Bond film where the plane comes out of the back.
My job was to go inside and get a piece of horse equipment out, so i ran up the back ramp towards the front where everything was stored.
All good, so far...
It was dusk, the light wasnt too good and as i charged forward my chest was restricted from forward movement by the sodding great big bar which ran acoss the compartment to stop the horses moving forward. My feet werent so restricted and maintained forward propulsion

I would like to have said i did a somersault as it would have been impressive. Yet i didnt. I just rotated 90 degrees suddenly and ended up with my head bleeding copiously in some straw of dubious cleanliness (horses get nervous in those things) and an irrate mum calling me to get a "bloody move on and stop messing about". The bitch.

my length makes my apologies
(monkeyseemonkeydo, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 20:01, Reply)