spill the best (accident) stories of your childhood
 

Ok, so i'm in the mood to laugh... so i figured it would be fun to discuss the ridiculous things we did as kids whether on purpose or accidental. whatever, its just gotta be funny lol
i'll start:
when I was 6, my parents and I flew out to the midwest to visit the fam. At the time, I had ridiculously long hair that I of course refused to let my mom brush. Complete with the stretch pants, high tops, and big bugs bunny shirt, i was a regular white trash walking disaster.. ok..moving on.
so, on the escalator, i decide that I have to have my troll (or whatever stupid toy was hot at the time) in my suitcase, so I bend down trying to get it out of my bag. I'm concentrating so hard on my task, I fail to realize that my hair has gotten stuck in the escalator and is slowly being sucked into the stairs, by this time, my parents got off the escalator and i started screaming my head of.... they had to stop the escalator and cut my hair to free me lol
we still made our plane though. lol
i still have a fear of escalators but its still one of my favorite stories lol :D

Half-cocked a pellet gun and pulled the trigger.

Needed several stitches.

Otherwise, I wasn't all that accident prone.

I was rolling in a tire and chipped my right front tooth on the ground. It still shows to this day.

I got hit by a bike (10 speed) while playing double-dutch and broke my collar bone.

My daughter shaved her eyebrows.

My mom told me that when I was 17 months old, I walked into the kitchen, where her and her friend were sitting, threw down my toy, and said "Oh shit", and then walked out.

Jean Louise Finch!:p

When I was 4, I was admiring all the wigs that my aunt owned but I thought only bald women could wear them so I started cutting my hair. My mom was able to stop me but not until after I had given myself a nice bald patch above my forehead and right ear. I had to wear a hat or scarf to cover up my bad hair-cut.

i managed to break my own nose - gymnastics class, we were being thrown into a foam pit and nobody told me to keep my body rigid. so i got tossed in all loose and floppy and the next thing i know is incredible pain and people asking me if i can open my eyes. broke my nose and had two hellishly awesome black eyes for about a month (like the kind that goes black, blue, purple, green, yellow)

We were on a church trip a few years ago and the beds in the hotel were unusually high. My neice who was around two or so at the time had seen the other kids jump from one bed to another and I guess she wanted to try. She preped herself, ran, jumped, and landed flat on her face beside the other bed. She just wasn't tall enough. She cried the whole rest of the night.

When I was 3 or 4, I wandered away from my mom and found a pair of scissors. She found me in the bathroom with my hair all cut all over the place covered in red stuff. She freaked out, but realized a few minutes later that I was actually covered in lipstick.

When I was like 3, I also stuck my mom's keys in to an electrical socket. out of all of the keys, i happened to grab the car key that had the black plastic/rubber on it. I blew all the fuses in the house and was thrown back against the opposite wall with my hair standing straight up...

Also, my first words were HELP me! I got stuck hanging from my moms desk when the rollie chair i was standing on rolled away from me

my sister, when she was younger, cut all of her hair in the back so her naps wouldnt grow back.

though subconsciously disturbing, true story - guess it seemed like a good idea at the time.

When I was about 4 or 5 I was standing in the upstairs entryway at our house. To the left is the hallway down to the bedrooms and bathroom. But the entryway is wider than the hallway, so there's two feet of wall, then hallway. I turned and ran face first into the wall. Apparently I wasn't looking :o

Also when I was slightly older I ran head on into the sliding glass door. In my defense it was night and I could have sworn it was open. :o

I don't remember this one but my mom & sisters still talk about it. When I was 2, I somehow got my head jammed in through the staircase banister at my aunts house. To their dismay, I got my head wedged in but they couldn't get it out. My uncle had to dismantle part of the banister to get me out. Apparently, I laughed the entire time this was happening.

When I was 6, I was throwing rocks on the playground. I apparently had really good aim b/c I nailed a little boy in my class right in the eye. I got yelled at by the principal, teacher, recess monitors, my mom, my sisters, and the boys mom. Luckily I didn't blind him but he did have to wear an eye-patch for a month b/c one of the rocks had scratched his eye on the inside. Sadly, I didn't learn my lesson b/c I then referred to him as a pirate and kept throwing rocks on the playground.

I got stuck in an avocado tree when I was 5 and ended up dangling with my bare legs and shorts sticking out of the branches. It took an hour before my mom finally heard my screams. Still, it was fun to be hauled out of the tree by the fire department.

I was a terror as a child. My poor mom.

I can't possibly be the only one who has had this experience: When I was about four and just learning how to toss a baton properly, I got "blinded" by the sun, and the ball (bigger end) of the baton landed right in my eye socket.

I felt really bad for my brother, because everyone thought he had punched me in the eye (I had a real shiner!), and he was so much older than I!

4th grade: I turned to the girl next to me to borrow a pencil, and we both misjudged so that instead of handing it to me the very shart point went into the back of my hand. She was so upset - she couldn't stop apologizing. I had to get a tetanus shot. You can still faintly see the scar on my hand where the pencil went in.

And I know I'm not the only one who slipped on the jungle gym & ended up straddling one of the rungs. Holy @#$%@# @#^%$@^$%@ did that hurt.

I didn't do that, but we had three low bars (maybe 3 1/2' high) in a row and I would sit on one of the outer ones, facing in and then hook my feet under the middle one and flip over backwards. Well, at my new school in 5th grade, the middle bar was loose and came right off. I ended up in a heap on the ground. Great first impression.:o

I still have a pencil point in my hand from something like that... you can see it and everything- it had healed over and i asked a doctor about it and he said it wouldn't do anything to me... so its still in there... lol

I stuck (Unpopped) popcorn up my nose and in my ears. I did such a good job my parents couldn't get it out of my ears and had to take me to the hosiptal where they had to get it out by pumping water into my ears. I was like 4, so I dont' remember.. but my parents love to tell the story.

I also fell out of a little red wagon onto the drive way and got a concussion at age 2 and a half. I leaned back too far and tumbled out. After that my grandpa attached an old seat back to the back of the wagon which from then on was the dork-wagon of the neighborhood.

I fell out of bed during the night and broke my left clavicle at age 4. While I was in the hospital my grandma took matters into her own hands and started sawing down the legs of my bed.

My sister broke a small bone in her foot after falling the wrong way on her foot during a pillow case race with the pillow still in it at a childhood sleepover. Yuck. And my other sister dislocated her elbow while we played 'airplane' with her at age 3. Major ouch.

Tried to catch ice cycles falling from the eves of the house.

Da, went through my lip! Ouch!:eek:

Still got the scar today.:(

I have always been a klutz.... so I have many many stories I could post in this thread! :rolleyes:

The funniest had to be when I was 16. I had been at softball practice all day Saturday, and as a catcher, I had been squatting all day (it was an 8 hour or more practice). So that night, I got a really bad cramp in my leg in the middle of the night. I was so startled that I rolled out of bed, and got a huge rug burn on my forehead.

:p You can imagine all of the horrible jokes that followed at school for the next two weeks. *LOL*

The most horrible was probably when I was 5. I was in Florida on vacation with my Mom, and she had me riding on the back of her bike. I got my foot caught in the spokes, and she didn't realize it, and kept riding. Of course my screams got her to stop. It took them over an hour to get my leg out. I still have a huge scar on my ankle. I couldn't walk for over a month, and had to crawl everywhere or use crutches. It was really bad. :-( I've never been a big fan of bike riding since then, which sucks because my hubby was on the racing team at Virginia Tech. He's really into it. I keep telling him I'll give it another chance... :(

Very similar story here, up to this point. I was 2 1/2 and feeding the geese themselves and when I ran out of bread, they still wanted more so they were trying to get into my pockets where the crumbs were. My dad rescued me, but thankfully I didn't end up in the water. I have no memory of this, but my mom loves to tell the story and I really don't like being around birds.

When my son was 4, he put a pebble in his ear on the playground at preschool and didn't tell anybody. He'd been really really bad that day at school and his teacher was telling me that she thought he hated her because he never listened to her. So, I'm driving to pick up my daughter from her school and I'm yelling at him for not following directions at school and he peeps up and says "I have a rock in my ear". I said "What do you mean you have a rock in your ear???". "Someone put a rock in my ear on the playground". "Who did that to you?" "I don't know" "YOU DON'T KNOW?? SOMEONE PUT A ROCK IN YOUR EAR AND YOU DON"T KNOW WHO???"

I was steaming mad at this point. We get to his sister's school and I look in his ear and can't see anything, so I think he's lying now, to avoid getting yelled at about his behavior at school, but he insists and finally confesses that he did it himself. I get home and get out a flashlight and sure enough, there's a rock in his ear. My husband takes him to ER where they do an x-ray and find that it's resting against his ear drum. We have to keep him sedated for the night so they can do outpatient surgery the next day to remove it. They were afraid to it unless he was knocked out because if he moved, they might puncture his eardrum. After the surgery, they bring us the rock in a biohazard bag! LOL.

None of my injuries are that funny.. My brother was going outside and I ran after him. He slammed the screendoor shut and my arm went through the glass because I was so close behind him. Still have that scar. Another time, he and I were fighting and I went to hit him. He ducked and my hand whacked the corner of the wall.. broke my hand. The other time, I was running up the stairs to get away from him during a fight and I fell. I landed my weight on my thumb and tore a ligament. That was painful, but having that thumb wrapped up for 10 weeks made me quit thumb sucking.

When I was around 8, I had a swing in the front yard. One day, I was on the swing when the support collapsed. One second I'm swinging away, the next I'm in a heap on the ground. No serious injuries, but my butt was sore for a while.

When I was around 4, I nearly drowned when I slipped out of my pool ring (I didn't know how to swim). Luckily my dad was keeping a very good eye on me.

When I was 14, I sliced my right index finger open and severed part of the tendon. I went to the hospital and wound up with a bunch of stitches, including one in the tendon... removing that stitch HURT. I had to spend several weeks (in July and August, no less) with a splint and a bandage that went halfway to my elbow. I recovered my full range of motion, but I have a nasty scar.

Not really an accident, but still embarrassing.
I was at King's Dominion with my family and family friends when I was 7. I wanted to get on this roller coaster so my mom, the other family's daughter who was 6, and her mom all decided to get on. As we were in line I started to get really nervous but decided to get on anyway. I was crying when the ride left the station so the attendents saw me, STOPPED THE RIDE as it was going up the first hill, climbed up the hill and asked me if I wanted to get off. I said yes and I thought my mom was going to murder me and she just kept repeating, "Jamie is YOUNGER than you and she's staying on the ride!" My mom and I had to climb down the hill (which was about a foot wide with no railings) so I could get off. The roller coaster was stopped halfway up the hill for about 30 minutes, the people on there probably wanted to kill me.

When I was 4 yrs old, I had a cold and needed to blow my nose. After I did, I went to throw my tissue away in the kitchen. My mom had just finished cooking and had turned the oven off but it was still hot. My sister, who was 3, was with me and told me that I should touch the coil in the oven (we could see it through the oven) with the tissue. I opened the oven and did it. It caught on fire while the tissue was still in my hand. I freaked and dropped it on the floor. The little fire went out but it charcoaled part of the kitchen floor. My parents were ticked!! lol....My sister and I were crazy when we were little! :)

When I was 4 I stuck my fingers in the VCR and I couldn't get them out. It ripped off one fingernail. That was pretty awesome.

I think when I was little baseball was the root of all evil. When I was around 4 my brother decided to have batting practice off his tee in the garage. I was rocking on my rocking horse and he decided to put his tee right beside me. He took a swing, and yes, 4-year old axidgl took a metal bat to the noggin. My parents took me to the hospital, no problems other than the massive black eyes I had...and there have been no lasting effects...at least I hope not!! :eek:

Then when I was around 8 I went to watch my brother play a game at the "industrial park" where there were about a million fields, and 10,000 tons of gravel instead of sidewalk or grass. I, along with 4 of the other "team sisters" got bored and decided to have the Olympics-- on gravel. My cartwheel, front handspring combination did not earn me a ten. It earned me a trip to the ER with every bone in my right hand broken. An entire summer in a hot, itchy cast going to camp and not being able to swim- I was a sad little girl.:(

I have only recently been able to begin attending baseball games in person again.:)

Me and my mom and her mom, were going down the escalators in Macy's, and my grandmother accidently burned a cig hole in my head because she wasn't paying attention. I was several steps below them. My grandma had her head turned because she was talking to my mom, but she was holding her cig in front of her. She burned me because she didn't notice that I stopped at the bottom of the escalators to wait on them.

When I was like 7, the neighborhood bully was trying to pick on me and some of my friends. So...my mom taught me how to fight. At one point, she was holding up a cabbage patch, while I practiced throwing punches. I threw a very hard punch and knocked the CP out of her right hand. All of the weight from my punch and cabbage patch shifted to her left hand and broke one of her fingers. Oops!

This happened to one of my cousins. When she was like two, she put hot pepper (the kind you get w/ chinese food) where the sun didn't shine, and screamed for like 10 minutes. What posessed her to do that? I don't know.

wanted to be superman (well maybe supergirl at that point) and thought i could accomplish this by putting my stomach on the seat of a roller racer. the first bump i hit in the sidewalk caused me to slide forward and slam my chin on the sidewalk. 12 stitches.

Omg I definately laughed out loud at work and everyone stopped to look at me lol

When i was like 8- we had a toyota 4runner with the big back window that rolled up and down and was controlled by a button up front. My mom wasn't paying attention and I had my head stuck out the window for one reason or another and she rolled my head up and she didn't hear me screaming until it was stuck. When she realized what had happened, she started laughing so hard that she didn't roll the window down at first which made me start laughing in the middle of crying lol...... my family was so effed up lol

9 yrs old my older brothers and their friends were riding an atc quad in back of the house where a huge dirt mound/hill was formed...... i begged and begged to ride it all day and they of course said no because mom said no....well after a while of begging and pestering them they finally said ok. Well i wanted to do the dirt hill run and i got up it 1/2 way up it flipped on me so my oldest brother reaches up and pushes it forward and as it landed on all fours it bucks up and took out my whole entire front row of teeth having to cap each and every one of them.

Fell out of the tree house my dad and uncle made us kids

crash and skidded into a hugh throny bush on my bike at 7 as the entire street kid population would race around the block anc create bike races and took myself out in the alley.

got stuck climbing a tree in the alley way

broke my arm skating

I am so glad i am no longer a tom boy

4 brothers and to be the only girl you tend to get scrapped up a bit! best childhood of my life!