For me, I think it was when I was playing in the yard, and saw one of my mom’s pots of dirt for her garden, and I thought “yeah this would be good to dump on my lap”
It was full of fire ants. Big, angry, north carolinian fire ants.
I was covered in red welts and all I remember is screaming at the top of my lungs while my mom sprayed me down with a hose
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When I was 8 I tried to climb a cupboard, like 1 or 2 meters tall, fell on my back, had one of those fiction moments when time is too slow and I had to experience double pain, I couldn’t speak, move, and it was hard to breath.
physically or emotionally?
Ouch, felt that in my knee.
Parents told me I’m the cause of all their problems.
1970s, uk, aged around 4 or 5, walking down the stairs carrying a glass when I tripped, Cut my right hand up pretty bad. My mum wrapped my hand in a towel and rushed me to a nearby army base where the medic did an effective but clumsy job of stitching me up - I still have a big scar but no movement damage.
I have no memory of it, but my father certainly does. When he came home from work to find the house with its doors wide open, blood everywhere, and nobody around, he kind of freaked out.
Climbed a tree, tried to jump to the next tree. Failed. Fortunately, I snagged a wasp nest on the way down. Nothing broken, anaphylaxis. Not breathing sucks. (I lived.)
wasp nest on a tree??
no, please rather don’t respond, especially not with an image, I don’t want to see it!
(I lived.)
Phew Thank you for that closure.
Bike riding in the 80s and jumping ramps, the slope was too high and sent the bike upward so I let go (bad plan) and supermanned myself across the pavement on my chest. I had vertical road rash stripes all down my front.
I was 11 or so, on holiday, went horseback riding wearing shorts and thin socks. They set up my stirrups too low and as I held on to the saddle for dear life, one stirrup kept bouncing on my ankle for the entire afternoon.
My thighs chafed pretty bad, and I got an open wound on my ankle about the size of those souvenir pressed oval coins. I don’t know what my dad was thinking, but he treated my wound with some cream and then wrapped my whole calf in plastic wrap every day for about a week.
The wound turned into an ulcer, I couldn’t walk without limping. I had all these little pockets of pus on the edges which my dad had me squeeze to try and make them smaller. It did nothing except be painful.
I eventually went home to my mom - a nurse - who took one look at my leg and rushed me to a doctor.
The doctor then proceeded to vigorously clean my wound before dressing it. It felt like hot barbed wire, that really sucked.
I still have the oval scar on my ankle.
Jesus, I’d be pretty mad at my dad for nearly causing my leg to be amputated.
Got hit by a car. Blacked out. I have some scars on my face from being pushed into the road.
did you also break your jaw, and lose almost 25lbs over 3.5 weeks?
that was a fun may 2025… wear full-face helmets y’all. they’d save you so much pain and suffering from not being able to eat.
Nope. Other than a concussion and some face damage nothing came of it. The driver was a teenager just learning how to drive.
good to hear. nobody should have to go thru 3.5 weeks of being unable to eat solid food.
I never, EVER want to see a smoothie, or shake, or blended soup, ever again.
Lmao I bet that scared him into being a little more careful after that
My childhood buddy lost half his teeth that way.
Tripped and fell while playing basketball on a rough asphalt court skid like 3 ft on my face scrapped and peeled 80% of my face and got grains of asphalt stuck in my face. To the point they couldn’t get them all out and took a chunk out of my nose.
Not me obviously, but you should look up the accident Adam Devine had as a kid. Pretty serious, but it is hilarious how he talks about it. His leg is so crazy knarley
Here’s a clip of him discussing it on Conan. Crazy story
Funnily enough, mine’s also garden-pot related. I was playing with my sister and our friend and I tripped over and faceplanted into a terracotta pot. It could’ve been a lot worse because there was a cactus in it, but even as it was I needed six stitches.
I managed to remove at least one nail in all of my limbs through various activities. Some of them are dumber than others, but all of them are silly.
I stepped off a one foot tall wall and fractured one of my foot bones
Slipped getting out of the bath when I was about 12. My foot hit one of the metal poles supporting the sink, with my little toe going one side and the rest of my foot the other. My foot tore on impact, leaving my little toe hanging off.
I bandaged it up, and kept changing the bandage when it was soaked through with blood and it eventually stopped bleeding. I have a scar on my foot, but other than that no lasting damage.
I accidentally slammed my picky toe into a corner once and I’m pretty sure I broke it. But I was scared to tell my parents, so I just wore socks around the house until it healed.
I don’t think it healed properly either. If I feel the edges of my picky toes, I can feel a difference between my right and left. Using standard anatomical terms of location for clarity, the toe that got injured has a pointier joint on the medial edge, with the distal bone of the pinky turning slightly more laterally than the uninjured toe bone does. It doesn’t hurt today and doesn’t cause me any issues, as far as I can tell.
It still sucks that I’m not the only one who felt the need to hide an injury as a child.
I went camping with my family, was probably seven or eight years old. There was a sign right next to our camping spot to notify people about something not to do, who knows what the message was in reality but I like to imagine it as “do not bend this sign backwards to use it to catapult rocks you find laying around nearby”.
Anyway, while my parents were preoccupied with setting up our tent, my makeshift catapult hit me right by the eye. Thankfully it did not actually injure my eye itself, just huge cuts both above and below the eye, but I had a pretty good talent for screaming at that age regardless of which part of my body was hurting. I remember after an hour or something my parents kept pushing that all the other campers were going to think I was being abused, and then we packed up and left our week-long camping trip a couple hours after arriving.
