I\'ve managed to keep myself adequately intact too. No parts have fallen or broken off so far at least.
But oh boy, I sure have bruised myself good some times.
When I was a kid (about 13 I think), me and my friend used to go to the "off-road pit" (free translation), which was a place in a forest with small paths crisscrossing the terrain. It was great fun riding there with out bikes; great jumps and you could make your own tracks and race your friends for the best time. My fave jump was a big big bump somewhere near the edge of the forest area. The only minus side was, that near the landing area, there was a 10 foot deep pit. One time I put the pedal to the medal and went for a jump. It was the longest jump I\'ve ever performed with my bike. The extra 10 foot drop really brought more lenght. Well, actually I didn\'t fall all of it, but hit the steep slope and rolled down about 7 feet with my bike. Painful. The next week I was back on track and back to the forest.
Once, when I was still about 7 years, we stopped into a park on a family trip. There I found what was supposed to be a playing ground (I was a kid and went crazy whenever I saw one). There wasn\'t much there, the swings were broken and, well... nothing else. So with my friend, we decided to test our balance on some of the nearby logs; and so we did. For some reason, I tripped and fell chin-first onto the log. I seemed okay at first and didn\'t feel a thing, but suddenly I started bleeding like there was no tomorrow (if we hadn\'t stopped the bleeding that might\'ve been the case). 5 stiches and a scar to remind me that logs are my enemies.
Oh boy, these just keep on coming, sweet memories...
I was either on the first or second class, when this happened; All us kids were playing outside during recess. The bell rang and we all raced to the doors. I tried a bit too hard and tripped just before I reached the doors. Some hapless bastard just opened the door while I was flying in mid-air, and I crashed through the lower glass part of the door. I think I still got some pieces of glass in my wrists... I just wonder; if I hadn\'t hit the glass, I could\'ve had my skull cracked open /chest impaled by the door holder sticking out from the floor. Yipe.
One more; I was in a music camp I used to visit every summer, and was doing my heavy-metal impression and threw my head back... and on swinging it forth, this one kind individual had opened a school-desk\'s lid and I smacked my forehead right into the sharp corner. "Hm? Is it raining red water or what\'s this on my face?" After a few moments of queasyness and getting a butterfly bandaid on my forehead I was okay. Well, except for the dorky looking plaster in a very visible place. The wound was really deep, but luckily it left no visible scar.
I can\'t remember if there\'s anything more... either that or I\'ve had a couple too many hard knocks on my noggin...
