Dangerous sport table tennis.
Aged about 7 on a happy family camping holiday my brother and I were in the campsite games room playing table tennis. The ball rolled under the table and I dived under to get it hitting my forehead on the sharp plastic corner pieces. My brother decides we need to return to the tent so marches off while I do that follow in his wake snivelling. He gets to the tent and calmly asks for a plaster. My mum takes one look at me with blood all down my face and front and decides we are off to casualty. Dad upset me more when he saw a sign to a dolls' hospital and said he was taking me there. Several stitches later and a still visible scar over thirty years later it was dealt with. I still feel the pain from being told that, because I couldn't get the stitches wet I couldn't go swimming which was the planned activity for that day and the open top bus ride was no substitute.
(jvz, Fri 30 Jul 2010, 18:36, Reply)