Like, I was way too energetic to the point where I literally cause problems by it. I mean, thankfully, I've mostly been the only one hurt and it was never really that vad. So, wanna hear some?
So, when I was kinda younger, I cycled a lot. Like, I mean hours striaght to the point I was way too tired to climb up the stairs of the house I was staying at at the time. And one of these times, I someone else was right behind me and accidently clipped my bicycle tire and I went flying foward and off the bicycle.
I didn't get hurt too bad, because I was wearing a helmet. I did get my chin pretty scratched up and a minor bruise on my knee and shoulder. All in all, I was mostly fine. I bounced right back up and rode around for like, half an hour more.
I did feel kinda bad, cause the girl who's bicycle clipped mine was really appologetic and worried about me and... Uh, I felt so bad. Because, I wanted to like, prove I was fine. I mean, I was by in large. I didn't really blame her for it either. We were dumb kids, on bicycles, someone, somewhere was going to have an accident eventually, you know?
Plus, I don't entirely know why but I really didn't feel all that sore. If that makes sense. Like, I remember hitting the ground, it hurting for a bit and than it only hurting if I tapped it or scrunched up my chin. So, I was mostly still having fun, all in all. I did feel a bit like an ass, cause I remember jokingly saying something like "did you guys see how far I flew?" and the girl like appologised and I was like "no, no. I'm fine. I'm joking. It's okay. I'm not mad at you." Mostly because it was kinda kick ass. At least as a kid it was pretty kickass.
Oh, another one. I was a kinda weird kid too. I didn't like how fizzy cooldrink (soda or pop for clarity) felt. Like, the fizz kinda hurt my throat, so I used to get the almost empty cooldrink bottles with a little bit left at the bottom before shaking the living shit out of them to get rid of tha gas.
And one time, my brother was helping me by throwing the cooldrink around to shake the gas out. And I ran to catch it but really missed. It hit me on the side of head, and left like a gash right next to my left eye. It missed my actual eye, and it was pretty small. Healed without a scar too.
My brother also felt pretty bad but it's mostly just a joke now.
Also, I used to do "arts and crafts" if that makes sense. I used to unscrew pencil sharpeners and use the blade to cut up paper to make like, paper art? If that makes sense. I would like to also say that I was not allowed to do this, obviously, but in my defense I was left unsupervised.
Anyways, one thing lead to another and I accidently cut into my thumb. Uh, it's kinda subtle by now my right thumb has slightly less flesh on it than the left. It did heal, without a scar as well, but either or.
Good news, I never used sharpener blade for paper crafts again. I used craft knives like a normal person. Mostly safer, you know?
My brother and I used to do a lot of horseplay. I mean, usually none of us got too badly hurt. But we would like, playfight, play wrestle and like try to spar sometimes. We even used to use broomsticks to play as if they where swords.
So, you guys know clutch pencils? Or mechnial pencils. It's like a pencil with this thin leads that you can switch out. If press the button to let the lead out and like, hold it, you can puch the lead back in.
So, as a kid, I and my brother used to hold the button down and like "stab" eachother with it. Like, without the lead, of course. But, one time somehow the lead got stuck and it kinda stuck into my brothers leg.
I kinda felt real bad for that. I mean, duh. I was mostly trying to like, not actually stab him, just sort of like mimic stabbing him. He did forgive me but I still felt bad for it.
Also, I have had at least three instinces of, I kid you not, running straight into a glass door. Not, the same glass door but eh.
One time it was when my brother and I were chilling in the lounge. I was super young so I ended up getting jumped scared by a storm that rolled in and rushed back deeper into the house where I didn't realise one of the sliding doors was half-open and like slammed full speed into it. Look, it was horrible, yes. But also, now it's kinda funny to imagine. Mostly, 'cause I have rather long kinda curly and bushy hair that lags behind me.