Skateboarding.
During the first wave of skateboarding in the 70's, I had the misfortune to pick up an injury that threatened my ability to have kids.

I'd gotten a hold of a skateboard and was trying to learn how to use it. I used to practise on a long concrete path that had quite a severe slope to it. This particular day I started at the top and shoved off.

As I glided down the path I started to pick up speed. Faster and faster and suddenly I was belting down the path so that everything was going past me in a blur. I was in a little bit of trouble as I hadn’t the slightest idea how to stop. So I did what came naturally. I jumped off.

Mistake. My forward momentum was so much that, as soon as my feet hit the ground I was propelled forward at a hell of a lick.

Now try to picture this in you minds eye. My feet hit the ground. Momentum forced me forward so that I my head started to come down towards the ground and my legs started to life above me. I completed a beautiful mid-air forward somersault and, with my legs wide apart, came crashing to a sudden stop with my legs on either side of a lamp post with my knackers taking the full impact.

I was off school for a week and talked like a Smurf for the next month..

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 14 Jul 2006, 11:24, Reply)