As child I loved to climb trees and I fell out of a bunch of them. Several times I when I feel out I knocked the breath out of me. The first time I did it I thought I was going to die.
Teaching myself how to ride a bicycle. I rode it in the back yard so if I fell I would not hurt myself as bad as on the pavement. It was my sister's bike and too tall for me (I could not reach the seat) so I just stood on the pedals and rode in circles.
I will never forget the day my father came home and we all knew his father had died just from the look on his face...no words.
I'll never forget the little girls chasing me around the school yard in the 3rd grade trying to kiss me. They got in trouble and NEVER CHASED ME AGAIN!! Even now!! I was a cute fucker--now I'm just a fucker. The cute went south. Waaaaaaaaaa----
When we were kids and had been out with our parents. When we came home, we pulled in the driveway and drove right through the garage door. We were laughing our heads off and my Mom was sooooooooo mad at my Dad. We used to joke about it as adults but my Mom was always still upset. Back in those days cars did not have seat belts. My Mom learned to drive after that. In Dad's defense the brakes went out but I guess he should have known that they were bad.
Spectacles' story reminded me of one of the little habits my dad had. Owned a nice '57 2 door Desoto with push button gear changes next to the steering wheel. When he would pull up and stop anywhere, he would push the button for neutral and rev the shit out of it. So one day he pulls in the driveway to within a few feet of the door, pushes the button for neutral (ooppss--wrong button!), hits one of the drive buttons, crashes through the garage door and clear to the back of the garage, mower, rakes, etc, flying around with a huge bunch of noise, totaling the washer and dryer!! Expensive way to break a habit. But HUGE FUN for me!!