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In the 8th grade on a skateboard hauling ass down a long hill with a bunch of other kids. We must have done this hundreds or times without problems. This kid lost control fell onto my path. Next thing I knew, I couldn't get up with stars around me. I didn't want to tell my parents I almost cracked my head open, so they made me go to school the next day. It was hell and didn't say a word to anyone all day.
The same year, a friend and I goofing off chasing each other. I was running full speed, did not see the steel bar and ran right into it. cut my forehead open and I was knock out for a few minutes. I got up and saw blood everywhere. F' old dear, that one hurt like hell.
Oh, what's worst was the cleaning the wound in the hospital.
Last edited by look 171; 12-29-2013 at 09:24 PM..
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