Our neighbours were having a tree taken out, not sure exactly the type but it was at least 20-25 feet tall, the workers dug up the roots and left for lunch. My buddy and I were playing in my backyard, we were about 7-8yrs old, we were playing with GI Joe's, of course.

We heard the tree beginning to crack and just as we looked it it started to fall into our yard, I started to run, my buddy ducked, lucky for him because he was under the swingset in our yard, it bent pretty good but never gave way, the rest of the landed onto top of me, I was knocked out, rushed to the hospital.. couple bruises but I survived.
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While riding a motorcycle without a helmet (yeah, I know that's not smart) a bumble bee collided with my forehead, stinging me right between the eyes. That resulted in severe bruising and swelling that eventually shut both eyes.

This photo is not of me (Ha!), but it's the best that I could find that depicts what I looked like... just a few years older.
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96E51c5edfg/R-cDNJB46yI/AAAAAAAAAjA/wojKXbiax0A/s400/hives+part+2+001.jpg
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I wasn't the one who had to explain this:

When I was a toddler, I had measles and mumps back-to-back. I had just recovered from measles--still had a visible rash--when I got the mumps. I was barely two.

The day after my mom got the diagnosis, my grandma was over to help her with housework. Someone came to the door as the phone rang, and my grandma turned around holding the iron at waist level. I came running to see who was at the door and ran smack into the iron, raising second and even a couple of third degree burns. Of course, the person on the phone and the other one at the door were ditched for yet another hospital run.

My mom says they were all terrified I'd end up with bad scars, but I didn't.

If you can imagine:

This
http://www.faqs.org/health/images/uchr_08_img0867.jpg

plus this

http://www.medical-look.com/diseases_images/measles.jpg

plus this:

I also had fun explaining what happened to my boyfriend in college, when he was walking around with cotton tied to his tongue and his faced swelled up and his arm in a sling and a wrap-around bandage on his knee. He'd gotten a carmel apple at the dining commons and didn't realize a yellow jacket (wasp) was on the back of it when he turned it in taking a bite. The thing stuck him multiple times; in the meantime he stumbled off the curb, skinning his knee and dislocating his elbow and spraining his wrist!
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When I was 3 years old, I was walking through our living room and a 50 pound chandiler fell on my head. The messed up part was that it didn't fall straight down, it fell at an angle like it was aiming right for me. Later that same day, my mom and I were on our way to pick up my brother from school and I remember singing Twinkle Twinkle little Star as we went around the corner. The next thing I remember was standing up in the middle of the road. I had actually fallen out of the car. God only know how I didn't die that day, most people don't believe all this actually happened and I have to have my mom tell them about it. Talk about weird accidents.
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When I was 3 or 4 (couldn't have been much older, I was still too small to carry juice), the family went grocery shopping. Back then, mom & dad had an old hatch-back station wagon...

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Well, we got back, and being the "big boy" I was, I was helping them carry groceries in (they would hand me loaves of bread or single cans of soup). Eventually, all that was left was juice and milk, so they said, "That's ok baby, go play, we've got the rest." Only problem was, *I* wasn't done helping yet. I felt bad since I wasn't big enough to carry those when I noticed they left the station wagon door open!

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Score! I can close the door for them so they wouldn't have to come back out. Only problem...I was too short! I couldn't reach the hatchback to pull it down. So, in all of my little boy genius-ness, I decided I could reach the door if I climbed on top of the car. So, I ran around to the front of the car, climbed over the hood and roof and got to the back. I then proceeded to put my hands on the hatchback and push down to close it...didn't quite think my plan all the way through.

Of course, as soon as the door closed, I didn't have anything under me any longer. I fell face first into the gravel driveway...*wince* Apparently, I immediately started bawling, and my mom ran out. I had split my upper lip in half, bloodied my nose, knocked all my front teeth loose/out, and had gravel embedded in my face...probably lucky I didn't break my neck in hindsight!

So my mom took me back in, put my lip back together, scrubbed out all of the gravel (tweezers and a washcloth...ouch), and pushed all of my teeth back in. I still have the scar in my upper lip to this day from where it split. Apparently when they asked what happened I just said, "I was trying to help...*sniff**sob**sniff*"

I always get hurt when I do a good deed...you'd think I would have learned my lesson by now...
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I was trying to impress a girl by swinging across the monkey bars. The cool kids could swing all the way across. In order to be cooler, I had to try to skip every other bar along the way. I made it to the last bar, missed it, and landed on my face. On a rock. I broke out all four top front teeth and had to be rushed to the hospital. This was in the pager era, and my parents got a message that "one of your kids is in the hospital. Something about their face." My mom broke the speed limit for the first in her life and was doing like 80mph on I90. When they got there, I was calmed down and cleaned up with a mouthful of cotton, but I could see how scared they were.
I did have the perfect costume (Dracula) that Halloween.
I did not impress the girl.
Both turned out to be continuing trends in my life.
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When I was in the 6th grade we were walking down the hall on the way to lunch. I realized I had forgotten my pen-in-the-shape-of-a-hockey-stick that I used to launch paper wads at my lunch time adversaries.

So I made up an excuse to run back to the classroom and get it. (dont remember the excuse)

I ran in to the room and slipped on a piece of paper.
When I was falling to the floor I grabbed a chair that was upside down on top of a desk (we had to put them up like that back then... don't know why)

I think I bumped my head a bit but nothing seemed to hurt, so I got up.
That's when I looked down and realized that the chair and managed to remove the fingernail from my pinky finger.. all of it, and a bit of chipped bone as a bonus.

I was not aware of my vocal capacity at that early age, but apparently the principle heard the scream from a block away.

He and my teacher took me to the bathroom to rinse if off and wait for the bandage that was on the way. That's when the principle started to pass out.

That was a lot to explain to people at that age when they asked "What happened to your finger?"
Source(s):
Childhood trauma

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On my wedding day, I had just come from Africa, knew nothing about makeup. So a friend of mine who was a beautician or so she said, offered to do my makeup for free.
My skin is black or brownish and she is white (just for illustration sake.) She must have used the same stuff she uses on her skin but I remember her putting powder on my face to keep me from sweating since it was an outdoors July wedding. I spent the day white like a ghost or grayish in the face like a corpse with red lipstick. All my make up was done in a dimly lit basement so when we went outside, I was so strange and silly looking and nobody told me until I looked at the pictures weeks later. I still do not know how I will explain this clown experience to my daughters. The wedding had over 100 mostly white people in attendance. To this day I hate looking at my wedding photos and I threw away most of them. Hopefully I can photoshop them someday but I cannot bear to look.
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