When I was about 10ish
I borrowed one of those mini scooter things. There was this field down by where we used to live with a wild bit where all the older kids smoked and apparently did drugs and a massive playpark with swings and slides. Anyway down one side of this field thing there was a footpath that was basicaly gravely with a hill, and a massive bump near the bottom.

Anyway I got on the scooter, and after being dared by my brother and his mates I figured I'd fly the scooter over the bump real damn fast and basicaly be a hero in the eyes of my friends and siblings, so I went down the hill, all good then I hit the bump and the scooter kind of stopped but I kept going and somehow wrapped round the scooter, smashing my nuts into the front bit, scraping my arm and legs through the gravel and winding up with the back wheel smacking into my lower back somehow. It hurt like hell and I couldn't walk properly for a while and every gash on my arm and legs scabbed up horribly. Probably not as bad as I remember it but damn, that realy hurt at the time and still makes me wince a bit. My brother laughed at me but I got my own back by chucking a shoe at him when he was riding his bike and he accidentaly broke his wrist.
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Mon 2 Aug 2010, 13:41, Reply)