Cam had a rough one today. Before breakfast he tripped on a pillar and busted his top lip. It swelled up nicely as you can see. The residual cut on his chin was from a prior accident.
I'm not too worried about he boy. When I was kid I ground off half my face on asphalt 3 times, had a see-saw almost take my head off, and tripped and took a tent stake in the roof of my mouth.
So here's the question...
What was your worst childhood injury? Let's make it before 5 years old. Everyone add one even if it's not too bad.
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I don't really have any memories before age 5, but the youngest bad injury I remember was geting my bare foot stuck in the spokes of a bike. I was riding on the back of my dad's bike (on some jerry-rigged passenger system...think pre-helmets era) and got my bare foot jammed in the spokes. It was pretty mutilated. Fun times!
ReplyDeleteNot before 5, but my decision to jump off a skateboard with loosened trucks (as opposed to flying into traffic) and sliding for about 10 feet on gravel is not one of my favorite memories.
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When I was about 3 1/2, I was reading in our entryway, waiting for my dad to come home. When he arrived, I was so excited I leaped up, knocking mom's pewter plate off its display and causing it to fall directly on my head. Mom noticed I was bleeding when she saw the blood on her apron, and we rushed to the emergency room. The doctor didn't want to shave off my curly hair to put in stitches, so he tied my hair in knots over the (large) cut, and my hair was washed gently for about six months. VIVID memory, obviously, and sometimes I think about shaving my head to see what the scar looks like.
ReplyDeleteOne of my earliest memories was joining my dad on the flight line in Jacksonville, Arkansas, when riding sitting on his shoulders he walked my noggin right into the steel door jam of flight ops. I was three, and I still love planes and all things flight. 3 stitches and 25 years later, you can still see the scar. It may not have been a tramatic injury, but a great memory.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't my injury, but I caused it, so that's worth something. Manuel and I had been horseplaying for while, when after he ambushed me with a soft pillow and ran down a long base-house hallway, I chucked the pillow, caromed it off the "hardwood" floor, knocking his feet out from under him, sending his skull smathing into laminate bookcase at a sprint - 14 stitches that one. It only took a few years (he was 5 at the time) before he got over his pillow cringe.
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I jumped from the couch head first onto two big pillows on the floor. My forehead hit the sharp edge of our brick fireplace before hitting the pillows. Ouch!
ReplyDeleteI was riding sidesaddle on the bike my dad was driving. When I was swinging my feet back and forth when my right foot when in the spokes of the front tire. Imediate stop. As we hit the pavement. My shoe flew across the road. To tears later we were on the road again, only 1 block from home. When we got home, and pealed of my sock to see the damage. The tears flowed freely as I could see zero skin from my toe to my ankle. I think my memories are distorted, but if not by the grace of God it was completely healed in 2 days.
ReplyDeletei dont remember this but i hear i was at a babysitters house and a massive dog trampled me down a flight of stairs and i busted my whole uper lip open...i cold be exagerating i was too young to remember...but i still have the scar from it, its little.
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When I was around 4 or so I was in a shopping mall with my family in Dallas. I was following my dad into the elevator but the door started to close. I had seen adults put their hand in the door and it opens back up. As we all know this only happens when you push that bar in. My hands were too small and I just curled them around the actual door panel in front and sure enough the door closed right on my hand. To make matters worse I had on one of those adjustable rings. The door pinched that on really good. I ended up having to have it cut off. It was one of my first rings. I think I was more sad about losing the ring than the pain of getting my hand stuck in the elevator.
ReplyDeleteOn my 3rd birthday I was knocked down the basement stairs by our pet dog, Chips. My teeth went through my tongue and I had to get stitches. For years certain food would make my tongue sting. Hi! Guys, I'm glad Sue told me about your blog. Max
ReplyDeleteLet's see - there was the time the big kid sitting on the other end of the see-saw got off real fast and sent me tumbling (~4), then there was the time (~2) that I dove head first into the corner of the coffee table, and then the time (~3) while galloping that I took a face plant into the floor lodging my two front teeth into my lower lip. I think I went to the ER more in my first three years of life than in my last 27 years of life. :)
ReplyDeleteOne time we were on vacation at a Holiday Inn where they have the indoor pool and playground. I was on a merri go round and this boy who I didn't know was spinning it REALLY fast. I kept telling him to stop because I couldn't hold on. But, he didn't. I slipped and the top half of my body was hanging off the edge. My face scraped the ground - which was that fake plastic grass stuff and I had a huge scrape/raspberry on my face for quite a while. I think I was 5. It was that or the time I got hit by a car on my bike. They were equally traumatic. Other than that, I was a pretty low risk kid.
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I'll add the time that the girl next door took a divot out of my face 1/4 inch below my eye with a 9 iron. We were practicing our golf swings out in the front yard with our dads, and I guess I got too close to the back swing. Thankfully, both eyes have continued to serve me well, thought it gave dad quite the scare.
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