Lego Explosion.
We have all trodden on lego, thence to do the idiot dance. A malicious fate, coupled with a lack of foresight, meant I had to up the ante...

I was very much into castle lego - creating ever larger, every sturdier casements and towers; by the end of it I was producing complexes that Bin Laden could bounce petulant planes off of.

The way I tested the durability? Why, by hurling marbles at my latest creation from the other side of the room.

I'm sure you've seen where this is going, but it genuinely never occurred to me until far too late: having a carpet strewn with slippery marbles/lego bits is not a good idea.

It was a hot day in summer; I was just in shorts, and I had just finished demolishing. I stood up, trod on a stray marble (which hurts a lot by the way) and went face-forward into my own scale model of Hiroshima. Those bits of lego you've trodden on? Well, they were all embedded agonisingly in my lanky, 15year old torso. The highlight was one of the four-high one-square lego pillars jabbing me right under my left nipple. It stang.

Also, let me assure you that crushing a marble between two ribs is quite an incredibly unpleasant sensation.

No apologies for length, nor that I was still playing with castle lego at 15. So there.
(IChewCandlewax, Tue 3 Aug 2010, 15:15, Reply)