Sometimes Fearless, Mostly Just Clumsy
Lived by a big steep road, complete with speed bumps. I was about six years old. Tried to "jump" my pogo stick down the hill. Crashed into a crabapple tree, perfectly round scar on inner right arm.

Deciding the pogo stick did not quite do the job properly, I push my bike to the top of the hill and beyond so I can get a good start and hopefully catch air off the speed bumps. I did catch air off a speed bump (woooo hoooo!) but could not retain balance. Flipped off the bike, did some cool aerial-type freakout, and skidded across the pavement for about 10 feet at a really fast speed. The result? My whole left side got gouged up. But Peter Bailey, the young lad I was in love with, scooped me up in his arms and carried me up the stairs to my apartment. SIGH. That was lovely. Nice scar to this day on my upper upper left thigh.

OK, so the pogo stick didn't work and the bike didn't work, this time I thinking I need to stick to the sidewalk. I get the bright idea to use four skates, put a stiff box on top and sit on the stiff box that is sitting on top of the skates. No steering, no control, box went faster than skates and took off which was pretty cool but I landed in the crabapple tree again. Scar on right hand in the shape of a small triangle.

All right, all right, this damn hill goddamn sucks and I am thinking maybe I shouldn't go down it anymore.

I go and get the cat, dress it up in some baby clothes and a bonnet, stick the cat in a barbie van and climb to the top of the hill and launch the cat down the hill on the sidewalk. Cat wipes out, hits crabapple tree. I race down the hill, very concerned, freaking out, shouting "ALICE!!! ALICE!!!" Cat is a bit woozy. I pick her up and she regains her head a bit and promptly scratches the shit out of me. Scars to both hands as I tried to defend myself. Cat gets launched, I get caught -

Cat gets a bowl of milk and I get a beating. No scars from the beating though.
(Igneous, Mon 7 Feb 2005, 21:46, Reply)