hmm...
I was two years old, and was walking down a sidewalk. I had a daisy in each hand and was smiling like crazy. You know how sidewalks can be uneven at places? Well, it was, and I tripped, and landed face-first into the concrete. I cracked one of my front teeth. The dentist had to pull out the rest of it, since it was so bad and he didnt want it getting infected or dying. So I went without one of my front teeth until it grew in when I was like 7.
Also, when I was around 5-6ish, I was playing a neighborhood game of baseball with all the kids on my block. I was playing catcher at that time, and I stood just a tad too close to the batter. He swung, and BOOM. Right in the chin with a metal bat. I had to get like 6 stiches. ouch. lol I still have the scar, except its now under my chin and hidden.