umm let me see, where to start.....
once, when I was 7, we were plying hide and seek, in the woods, I forgot about a hiden barb wire fence, and tripped over it, splitting my leg open, had to have a lot of stitches, I broke a bunch of bones, lost count on how many, another time, i think I was 6 we were building a club house, I was on top of it, hammering a nail into the tree, when it fell, I wound up hanging from the nail I had just put in the tree...by my wrist..more stitches [img]tongue.gif[/img] again, when I was 11, another barb wire fence, same game, different place on leg, same results. also when I was 11, got mad at my parents, cuz they were going out drinking again, so I threw something down a hill, then decided I could jump to the bottm to get it, and landed head first on..yep you guessed it, a barb wire fence
then my mom slapped me, because I was freaking out, and would not let her touch it, they thought I had lost my eye, the scar is right above my left eye. should I keep going?
I lived in the hospital, last time I saw my childhood medical records, they had to use 4 folders, filled to over flowing,each one came to about the size of an encyclopidea book. My dad used to say if i was a horse, he would have to put me down
I have had more stitches and staples in me, than a normal child should have had
