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Originally Posted by KSUViolet06
When I was 7, my dad and I went to the lake. The lake had a boat dock thing that went out into the water. The lake also had alot of ducks and big white geese.
So I went out onto the boat dock, without my dad (I think he was turning meat on the grill), to feed the ducks. I threw some breadcrumbs out onto the water for the ducks.
Well, the geese apparently wanted some bread too because at least 10 big white geese (who were taller than 5 yr old me) swooped down and started HONKING and attacking me trying to get the food out of my hand.
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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.
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Originally Posted by Glitter650
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.
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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.
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