Childhood Games

When I was a kid, 11 years old, I was playing in a derelict house with some mates. The game was Storm The House. Two of my mates were inside chucking bricks and three of us were trying to storm the house.

Me, being an idiot, played the hero and rushed forward holding an old bin-lid as a shield. A couple of bricks bounced off it but I made it into the house safely. All I had to do now was make it up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, a guy called John started rolling slabs of concrete, with rubble embedded in it, down the stairs so I had to retreat round the corner. More concrete continued to bounce down the stairs and then... Silence. He was out of ammo!

So I cautiously stuck my head around the corner and.....

Woke up in an ambulance. And my head really fucking hurt. Turned out I'd stuck my head around the corner just as a huge lump of concrete was spinning it's way down and copped it full in the face.

The ambulance got me to hospital and dumped me in a cubicle. The doctors cleaned up my face and asked me what happened.

"I fell down I" lied not wanting to get my mates in trouble.

As it was a simple fall, the doctors didn't x-ray me and simply sewed up the gash in my face under my left eye. No x-ray meant that they missed the broken cheekbone and the hairline fracture that leads from it up the side of my skull. So, these days I have a noticeable scar under my eye and, if you put your finger on the scar and press, you can feel where the bone hasn't set properly and one bit is overlapping the other. You can also still trace the fracture up the side of my head.

Still, I'd survived another childhood mishap and was sent home.

The guy who'd hit me, John, was holed up in Church praying that I'd make it and I later found out that it was him who'd carried me out to wait for the ambulance. When he was carrying me he was crying his eyes out and blubbering :

"If he's dead, don't tell his mother it was me....."

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 12 Mar 2010, 3:24, Reply)