We injured ourselves a LOT as kids.
She was about four when she fell on icy stairs and hit her head and needed stitches.
I hit my head on the radiator while bouncing around on my bed, needing stitches.
My brother threw a 2x4 in the air and it hit my sister in the head, needing stitches.
When I was about six, I stepped in front of an open fire hydrant and was blown across the street and hit my head on the curb. I was knocked unconscious, my brother enlisted some random passerby to carry me home. More stitches.
When my brother was 16, he went pier diving and degloved his scalp.
When my SISTER was 16, she was run over by a bus and had her elbow crushed, forearm fractured, and shoulder dislocated.
When I was 19, I fell through an open stair while my dad was repairing the back steps and sprained my foot.
When I was 20, I tripped over my own too feet and sprained my OTHER foot while exiting a clean, vacant room while working as a housekeeper at the Boardwalk.
A few years ago, my brother broke his ankle roller skating.
My brother also stepped through the gap between the train platform and the train car and had to scream at the conductor not to go, otherwise his leg would have been torn off.
Um...
I think that's everything.
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