growing up, i was really good friends with the kid on the next block, dan.we screwed around a lot in our younger days. rough and tumble games that caused each other a lot of pain and suffering.
i managed to run into a garage while playing tag and put my arm through a window. i still have quite a large scar on my left forearm from it.
racing down a hill on our bikes, i managed to crash and put the handlebar into my gut. i thought i had ruptured my liver. i was close, though.
racing our bikes through the alley, we came out into traffic and i smashed right into a car and rolled over the trunk. i think i scared the old lady driving more than i hurt myself.
but i think dan had the better stories.
he slipped down my basement stairs one day--the whole flight--and bruised his tailbone.
playing in the garage attic, he crashed through rotted floorboards and barely caught himself from falling, but scraped up his legs and arms pretty good.
wrestling in his front yard, i slammed his head into the sidewalk and chipped his two front teeth. (that's the only specific event i remember, but i'm pretty sure i chipped his teeth on at least three separate occasions)
this stray dog came into the yard, and it climbed under the boat trailer. dan crawled under to get it, but the dog started snapping at him. he backed out quick and slammed his head into the trailer hitch. concussion.
these were only what injuries we caused each other. there were plenty of times we hurt ourselves from being stupid.
but that's another day.
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