» Near Death Experiences

A few come to mind...
I was young (don't remebmer this one has been recounted to me by my mother)

I reached for the handle of a saucepan on the stove, it had boiling water in it, 2 seconds later I was covered in boiling water. Don't blame me mum, she loves me and me brother but has been living as a single parent with little income since I was 2 (I'm 21 now)

I was in foster care (oh my troubled life) we were playing with petrol, we decided (me and a group of 'friends') to take some to the local woods and burn a tree, long story short don't carry a plastic bucket full of petrol whilst a twunt is flicking the flint on a lighter. I have a scar on my leg where I dropped the bucket in shock as flames lept around my hand and tried to run away from the flames attached to my leg.

last one, I was a teenager, being young and quite agile I climbed onto a roof of a mobile toilet for a caravan park, to get a football down. unfortunately when I tried to climb down however I though I was a monkey swung down with one hand and managed to slice my forearm so deeply that I could see bone, spent ages showign the other kids that I was like the terminator then remembered it hurt and had to get stitches, I still have that scar too.

sorry for length but is my first post and I wanna make an impression!
(Fri 26th Nov 2004, 15:59, More)

» Injured Siblings

Sooooo much
Me and my bruv (18months younger than me) used to get into some funny scrapes.

1.) we got up our garage (detatched) roof and umbrellas in hand did a 'mary poopins' it didn't work but was damn good fun plus being young and not getting hurt that time was fun, which probably led to some of these stories.

2.) in a park, some kids on a see-saw I walk up ask to play, they say no I ask why, not realising how close I was to the end that was in the air, and WHACK! I get smacked in the noggin, I don't even notice I'm bleeding for about 10 mins, my mum went mental, that's the reason that park no longer has a see-saw.

3.)my bruv and I used to have the best fights, like proper punch ups that usually led to blood, he once hit me in the head with a tea-spoon and cut my head open, he also once used my mothers high heels to do the same.

4.) he pissed me off once so I punched him to the floor and continued to punch him in the face whilst he had his hands covering him pleading me to stop (I'm not proud of this but he deserved it at the time)

5.) my nan broke up a fight one then my bruv punched me and split my lip.

6.) we once had a proper stick fight (using garden canes) we fought with these awesome weapons around my nan's house out onto her front garden where she came out and broke us up.

7.) I once pushed him back down some steps (a small concrete set of 3) and he cracked his head open, blood everywhere.

8) I was once play fighting with my brother and some kids, and one of them took my legs out from under me knocking me unconcius and giving me temporary amnesea, all I remember was crying, and talking to this girl I liked, but not being able to communicate with anyone properly, having amnesea is bloody scary.

I think that's everything I can think of.

My brother and I no longer fight each other, but we do have the odd play fight, he's very similar in build to a brick poo house, whilst I work in an office, probably why I don't like to fight him anymore.

I loved being a kid.
(Thu 18th Aug 2005, 14:19, More)

» That's when I knew it was over...

a nice meal and an inocent boy.......
ok here I am now 22 and pretty savvy, but that has not always been the case oh nooooo.

Back when I was 17 I met a girl at a party with joint friends, really quite nice, got down to the obvious snogging, and felt that I should really take her number.

so the next day I was at work and called her as soon as I could (being the love starved young 'un I was) she was actually pleased to hear from me! we arranged to meet at her parents place the following week (her parents being out of course)

so there I go all ready for something (not really knowing what tho) and I get there we sit on the couch snog a bit watch MTV, she lays on the floor saying she likes it down there ( I never twigged and should have realised then that I was being an oblivious twunt) but oh no I then feel the need to pee so go upstairs to use the lav, she follows me up making the excuse she needs to 'change' in her bedroom, I walk past the bedroom door and I don't even try to look in D'OH! the evening continues with me being extremely dull and not taking any of the, only in retrospect obvious sexual hints!

the sweet girl cooks me dinner even!

upon leaving I realise I've been very rude so go back and knock on the door, she opens it and I thank her for the meal, she slams the door in my face!

I then get a call from her and her mate at the weekend who are away camping with the scouts etc, stating very obviously that said girl was fucking some guy she had just met, I then realise it was over about 4 days too late!

I am now however much smarter and managed to con some poor lass into actually marrying this blundering homer-a-like.

Regards,

Loki.
(Thu 21st Jul 2005, 17:06, More)

» Mix Tapes

my story..
I stole a mix tape once....it was the mid 90s and the songs were all cheesy 80s pop.
(Fri 8th Feb 2008, 13:14, More)

» Injured Siblings

and one more
I almost forgot this one!

I was carrying a plastic bucket (think of beach buckets for making sand castles) and it was full of petrol, it was summer and we were messing about, my 'friend' had the lighter and decided to start flicking the flint, well as I now know and will never forget, sparks plus petrol fumes = BOOM! the bucket goes up in flames as these flames lick at my hand I brick it (being 11/12) I drop the bucket and go to run away, only thing is the bucket I dropped decided to splash burning petrol up my leg!

oh that was fun having my calf burned by petrol, and hte only thing that saved my ass (literally!) was the old drop and roll!!

sorry for length and girth etc etc etc
(Thu 18th Aug 2005, 14:24, More)