08-21-2009, 08:53 AM
1. Growing up, I lived on a cul-de-sac. Apparently it used to be fun to get all the neighborhood kids together and ride our bikes around the circle. A house was being built and on this fateful day, a trailer that was used to transport a bulldozer was parked on the outer edge, you know, where the houses are. Well, I had my head turned to talk to one of the other kids when I had apparently strayed too far to the outside and slammed into the trailer. My face proceeded to kick forward and smash into the handlebars, the momentum causing me then to flip right over and land flat on my back on the trailer. I was immediately taken to the hospital where they discovered that when when my face hit the handlebars, it hit with enough force to literally bend my bottom front teeth back at a 45 degree angle, and the doctors had to brace my head and pull them back into place.
2. Playing basketball. That's all. From basketball I have had more sprained ankles than I can count, the only stitches I have ever needed, dislocated my shoulder a handful of times, and a knee problem that doctors have dismissed as, "we admit you have an issue, but have no idea what it is or how to fix it. Good luck."
I'll try to think of a third.
2. Playing basketball. That's all. From basketball I have had more sprained ankles than I can count, the only stitches I have ever needed, dislocated my shoulder a handful of times, and a knee problem that doctors have dismissed as, "we admit you have an issue, but have no idea what it is or how to fix it. Good luck."
I'll try to think of a third.