When I was 4 years old, I wandered out on my uncle's horse ranch, next to some horses that were still wild. I remember my uncle and some other kids yelling at me to get away from them, and I dashed off as they started huffing and stomping the ground. One good wallop from a hoof would've been the end for me, I think....
Runner-up: disco
2007-07-15 20:14:00 · 23 answers · asked by Anonymous in Entertainment & Music ➔ Polls & Surveys
You mean BESIDES High School? +.) When I was 5, I accidently caught the cord to an electric coffee pot; set high on a shelf. (My own damn fault, I NEVER listened!) and pulled the pot and the perking (boiling) coffee over on top of me. It hit me in the back of the head, and went all over my right side, top-of-head to toes. (OW!) My Mom scooped me up and stood me in the utility tub in the pantry, and turned on the cold water, (which was a biiig help!) My dress was soaked, and still burning me, so (fortunately) she grabbed it by the hem and pulled it off over my head. I was whisked off to the hospital, where I spent the next 10 days; with 3rd degree burns over half of my body. They weren't as good with burns then as they are now; so I was wrapped from head to toe in pressure bandages, (like a mummy); my whole right side. Every day, for about six weeks altoghether, they had to CHANGE the bandages. Not fun! The remarkable thing is, except where my dress stuck to my skin, (upper arm,under my arm high on my rib cage, my hip, and the top of my foot (mary janes, the strap stuck to me) NO SCARS! (Where something was stuck to my skin, it removed the skin when the dresss/shoe was removed.) The other scars were fairly small, and hidden under my clothing, but, as a child, I was very self-concious of the scar on my arm; because it was very visible. I wore long sleeves most of the time. (In high scool, it was difficult to find a strapless formal with long sleeves, so...) As I grew, the scar stayed the same size, and so got proportionately smaller. Several years after I was married, and had a child, a plastic surgeon approached me and offered to remove the scar. The amazing thing was- I found I didn't want it removed! I told him it was something I had survived; and I was proud of that scar; thank-you-very-much! (I had no idea until then how much my feelings about that scar had changed!) Until I saw your question, I'll bet I haven't thought about the scar on my arm twice a year; for a very long time! Thanks!, it was fun to tell that story; (everyone I know has HEARD! it, believe me...)
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2007-07-15 21:03:41 · answer #1 · answered by Ja'aj };> 6 · 4⤊ 0⤋
I enjoyed to bypass to the park, take a seat on the swing and whilst human beings walked by using i'd sing a lullaby in French. there's a definite park the place I stay that had a nature path that finally ends up in a stone abode-like factor. I used to pretend it replaced into completely secret and that the gangster spraypaint on the partitions have been historical runes. My sister and that i made up little twin languages for all time and we would run around city speaking it to random human beings. I enjoyed language.
2016-10-21 10:58:16 · answer #2 · answered by alpers 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
As an 10yr old kid playing in the woods I came across another kid around 15 who was carrying a shotgun of some type. He pointed it at me and told me to take off my pants or he would shoot me. I turned around and ran like the wind to my house. Never told anyone at the time for some stupid reason either. That whole seen could have been on cold case files, but my guardians were with me that day!
2007-07-16 00:12:53 · answer #3 · answered by Leepal 5 · 3⤊ 0⤋
My grandfather ran me over when I was two.
He was an evangelist and was leaving for a revival with a fellow preacher. I wanted to go, and he said no. So typical me, he walked out the door and I decided I was going, anyway. He was late and immediately got in the car and backed up, I was walking around the back of the car to get in. The car sucked me under and ran over my waist. They felt the car go over something and heard my cry and the fellow preacher pulled me out from under the car. He handed me to my grandpa who carried me into the house and said his famous words to my father, "Darrell, I've runned over the baby." (We're country, okay?) My dad said, "Well, let's get her to the hospital!!" Unbelievably, they let my rather distraught grandpa drive 70 mph to the hospital while my parents sat with me, screaming bloody murder in the back.
I didn't have one broken bone, no internal bleeding, just some bleeding from a minor cut to my head from the gravel drive and perfect tire tread marks across my waist.
I don't remember it, but every time my grandpa tells the story, he always reminds me that he had nightmares for a year after that and couldn't back up for a long time without obsessively getting out to check if anything was behind him, poor guy!!!
2007-07-16 03:59:22 · answer #4 · answered by Jamie C 2 · 2⤊ 0⤋
The 2 strokes I had when I was 5.
2007-07-15 20:16:23 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
I was 3...Before there were child protective seats and seat belts...there was Mother's laps. I slipped off my mother's lap onto the door handle...the door sprung open...I fell out the door onto the highway...a truck behind our car braked quickly and missed running over me by two or three inches. I was pretty bruised and ended up in the hospital...the story made the front page of the local newspaper...
2007-07-16 04:59:20 · answer #6 · answered by Chicken Dude..Vinster 6 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Us kids use to ride just about everywhere in the back of my dads pick up truck (the box). No seat belts ever.( hardly anyone wore them back then). As a child I also never owned a bicycle helmet,knee pads,elbow pads.... Got a few scrapes but I survived.
2007-07-15 20:25:22 · answer #7 · answered by shandi232000 3 · 2⤊ 0⤋
When I seven I came across an old fashioned style electric church organ. The end of the plug was like the size of a softball!..because it looked different I started to play with, and ended up getting shocked so bad, it stopped my heart. Good times baby! good times!....lol
2007-07-15 20:18:44 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 5⤊ 0⤋
I was playin in my front yard when I was about 5 years old. A big huge saint bernard dog or whatever it is was bout to attack me. I had my dog with me a little 3 pound terrier named Pepper. He growled at the big dog and it backed away. Amazing.
2007-07-15 20:18:20 · answer #9 · answered by nativeninjachick 4 · 3⤊ 0⤋
When I was 2 years old - pertussis, or whooping cough - I almost died. When I was older - growing up in the 60's and early 70's - you can figure the rest out by yourself.
2007-07-15 20:18:19 · answer #10 · answered by Paul Hxyz 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋