This links into my first real injury...
I was about 12 years old, and had begun to notice that girls were somehow different to boys. One Saturday afternoon I was in the local newsagent, looking at magazines, when I happened to glance up and see a whole row of magazines promising to show me naked ladies.

I spent some more time browsing the lower shelves, but the girlie mags were beginning to exert a gravitational pull equlled only by that of the sun.

I reached up, and grabbed the nearest; having neither the time or the knowledge to select the one with the pretiest girls, I ended up with a copy of Knave.

Slipping it into my bag (my first experience with shoplifting, too! A double whammy!), I furtively crept from the store, before mounting my bike, and frantically pedalling to the nearest disused piece of parkland. I secreted myself amongst some bushes and finally saw naked women (of a dubious standard) in all their glory, and discovered that my classmates had been right; the pussy was not front-mounted but was betwixt the legs!

Naturally, this physiological revelation led to me having a quick wank (less satisfactory at age 12 than it is these days), and stuffed the magazine into my bag, for later viewing.

On the way home, as I pedalled, I was a little distracted by what I had seen, and even more so at the reaction I imagined my mum would have were she to find this filth...

Panicking somewhat I took my eyes off the road, and hit the back of a parked car, flying over the top of it and breaking my wrist upon landing. The embarrassment of this was substantially more than that felt when my porn stash was actually discovered some years later.

Falling off bikes and breaking wrists is something I still do... I recently shatterd both wrists, and have 4 inch scars up them, I look like a wannabe suicide.

I get my driving license back in 2 weeks, so will hopefully now be able to avoid bike related accidents.
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Fri 26 Jan 2007, 10:35, Reply)