To give you an idea of how accident prone I am I will tell you a couple stories.
When I was a junior in high school I decided to climb to the upstairs part of the prop room (no ladder or stairs) to get some props. Well, I'm rather scared of heights so when it was time to come down I freaked out a little and couldn't jump, or climb down the way we climbed up. It would've only been a 9-foot jump or so, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.. A couple of my guy friends told me they would catch me if I slid over the edge on my stomach (feet first) and lowered myself down. Good idea boys! Luckily before I started sliding the boys noticed a hook sticking out of the board right where I was going to come down. They turned it so the point faced down. I'm glad cause that would've hurt like hell if I had gotten stabbed in the stomach by a hook. So the plan seemed to be working out well, but there was one thing I did not take into consideration...the very thick layer of dust that had accumulated over the years. When I laid on my stomach and started to slide the dust made me slide super fast and the boys did not catch me. What did happen was this: my shirt caught on the hook (but didn't tear since it was the curved side), which caused me to dangle. About that time a freshman boy came into the prop room and the view he got must've shocked him cause his eyes got huge, he turned bright red, and then he turned around and ran! Obviously he'd never seen a girl in a sports bra before. Haha! The boys finally got me down and then I felt something running down my leg. Something warm and wet. I looked down and there was a river of blood. You thought I peed myself, huh? :) Nope. WHEW! Well apparently when I fell I straddled a piece of plywood that had two screws sticking out of it. I now have a 5 1/2-inch and a 3-inch scar on my inner thigh. To top it off I cut my leg on a barbed wire fence right near those scars about 5 years later and it now looks like a big ol' cat scratched the shit out of me!
When I was 15 I was helping at my family's hardware store/lumber yard. Another employee and I were unloading wire panels. As we pulled one off it caught another one. It landed on my right arm. I looked down at my arm just as a gaping hole filled with blood. The guy I was working with about passed out and he kept saying, "Your dad is going to kill me. Your dad is going to kill me." Haha! That little accident gave me 10 stitches and some of those tape stitches. After the stitches were removed the big cut split open again. There are three scars on my arm that also look like a big ol' cat scratched the shit out of me.
Luckily I haven't had to get any stitches (from accidents) since I was 15 (knock on wood), but I have had plenty of accidents. Falling down stairs (numerous times), falling up stairs (yes, I'm that person), falling off a ladder, wrecking bicycles, etc. The list goes on and on and on. Also, I've only broken two bones in my life (knock on wood again). I broke my toe in 8th grade while playing soccer and I broke my leg my Junior year while warming up for the Homecoming volleyball game. Yup, warming up. I'm such a clutz! :) Maybe I should be the bubble girl. :)
"I'm not clumsy, I'm just accident prone." ~ Daniel Radcliffe
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