I was a clumsy child ...
In fact, I had all the co-ordination of Bill & Ben on acid. Combined with the pigeon-toed walk, I was a disaster waiting to happen.

Which it did - often.

So you'd think my Mum would have paid closer attention, wouldn't you? To her credit, she usually did. Just once, though, she was distracted by something. Probably a good piece of gossip.

At the play park, before they were all dismantled under Health & Safety crap, I was on the swings. I loved the swings. I had to be physically dragged off when it was time to go home. Kicking and screaming, no dignity whatsoever.

I had, after many unsuccessful attempts, managed to perfect the art of jumping off the swing at full height, without landing on my face. I was a proud WeeWitch, and Mum being distracted was ruining my moment.

I got back on the swing, swung away merrily, and as I jumped, yelled to Mum the usual "look at me" squeak.

She looked. Just in time to see me land perfectly, like a little Olga Korbett (sp), arms out to the side, ready to shout ta-daa. Only no-one had told me to jump forwards when doing this. No-one had told me about gravity.

So the swing, swung. Smacked full force into my head, and it wasn't one of your lightweight plastic swings either. Solid shiny metal.

One trip to Casualty later, and I had a little shaved bit on top on my head, with six neat stitches. I was also covered in blood, head wounds being known for profuse bleeding, and looked, according to Dad, like I'd lost a fight with a fire-axe.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Fri 18 Apr 2008, 19:41, 5 replies)

Oooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Have a click for your pain, Witchy.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 18 Apr 2008, 19:45, closed)

Your showing your age Weewitch....
Only a select few will have heard of Olga Korbett on this site.
( girlinthehole, Fri 18 Apr 2008, 20:18, closed)

^^ BGB
Ooooh, I've always wanted to be part of a "select few".

*squares shoulders, sits up straight*
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Fri 18 Apr 2008, 20:21, closed)

Are you my child?
Because Little Scars has been to A&E as many times as I have. The really embarrassing one was when she'd greensticked her arm, and I had broken my leg rock-climbing. We went to the same consultant's clinic, where he greeted her with "Hello, Little Scars, haven't seen you for a bit." Two years previously she'd broke her collar bone TWICE in four months.

*click*
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Fri 18 Apr 2008, 22:55, closed)

You poor little thing.
Swings rock though. I've been known to still get on the swings from time to time.....I use the excuse that I'm testing them to make sure they are safe for my kids. Works a charm!
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Sat 19 Apr 2008, 3:40, closed)