They crazy thing kids do...

(Yes, I know that it is supposed to be "The crazy things kids do..." but it was late at night when I posted it and then it went out into the Lockergnome e-newsletter so I can't change the title lest it will break the link.)

I never have broken any bones but I had some crazy things happened to me when I was growing up.

When I was 2, I swallowed a penny that made my mom fretfully worried, though I don't remember it. She kept watching my poo and finally came out then she saved it in my baby book.

When I was 3, I tried to dig play-doh out of my nose with a butter knife. I got paddled with the "board of correction" for that and over 21 years later I still have that board. My mom wrote on the back of it too.

When I was 4, I had one of my last febrile seizers from high fevers in a grocery store. I was sitting in the cart then I just slumped over. My mom yanked me out and laid me out on the checkout stand trying to get my temperature down.

When I was 6, my friends were over and we were playing in my bedroom with a hard plastic doll swing with metal rods for rope. For some reason it was on a broom that was spread on my bunk bed and the dresser, so it was in the middle of the room. My friend pushed it and the plastic hit the skin right to the corner of my eye. They only gave me 2 stitches and I still have a slight scar from it.

When I was 7, I took the snow shovel to knock the icicles off the roof edge. For some dumb reason I worked my way around the side of the house where the roof was a lot higher up and straight above me. One fell down and hit my lip and took a chunk out of it. I started bleeding all over the snow! We lived in the mountains in Colorado so it was a 45 minute drive just to get to the hospital. They stitched it up really good with over 15 stitches so it didn't even scar. I still feel a lump where it was though.

When I was around 8, I chewed on a dried long grass stem. In the next week my throat got swollen and made it hard to swallow. My mom looked and saw a little bit of grass sticking out that spot in the back up to my nose. She and my dad struggled to pull it out with needle nose pliers. I was wiggling terrible.
They finally promised me that if I would hold still long enough for them to pull it out, that they would get me the Crimp' N Curl Cabbage Patch Doll that I had been begging them for. It worked and I got my doll.

My mom is a writer ( http://www.lockergnome.com/vic ) and she wrote a wonderful story about the when I actually got it, as Ruthie Ann was the last one on the shelf. She doesn't have it online yet though... I will have to get her to find and post.

When I was about 9, I was exploring the woods on my grandparent’s farm. There was an embankment and for some reason I was trying to go down it. I slipped and ended up falling in to a thorn bush that scraped my... err... bottom all up. I still have those scars.

Wow that was a walk down memory lane for me. I hadn't thought of those for a while.
Kissa

Tags: accidents, kids, kissa, scars

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Comment by TheRetroMetro on December 9, 2008 at 7:16am: Oh my gosh. Ouch. Although I had a few painful experiences that were pretty much accidents...most of the time the resulting pain was my own fault. Such as:

My brother and I were supposed to take a nap. I liked jumping on the bed, and so did he....sooooo, that's what happened. Then I heard Mom coming and told him we needed to "play sleep" so we flopped & closed our eyes. As soon as Mom left, we stood up carefully. Waited. Began again. Heard Mom coming. I told him. We flopped, but not at the same time. He got busted... and also got his butt wore out. Somehow, I talked him into it again. We flopped. He got caught again, and Mom gave him a couple more licks as a reminder.

I thought she left the room. (Remember, I was still flopped). I opened an eye. Mom was squatted right there beside the bed. Not only did I get my behind tore up, my brother got to have a treat... while I got stuck in the corner, facing the wall, in the living room, able to see them have a treat, not being able to watch the TV, hidden by the wall.

Comment by Kissa on December 6, 2008 at 3:16pm: Oh Tex! I cringed with the bike spoke! That had to been painful!

Comment by Ron Knights on December 6, 2008 at 5:29am: That's an excellent blog post.

I'm glad you survived all those mishaps... Your life must truly be rich and adventuresome.

Comment by Kissa on December 6, 2008 at 3:32am: Oh wow that is amazing that you didn't get really sick!

I did a car thing too that I just remembered, and my mom has it on film! I was playing like I was driving the car. The door was open so she could film me. I actually started it and it lurched forward and died. So funny to watch.

A funny thing happened when I was maybe 10. I snuck a spoonful of the "frosting" that was sitting in a bowl on the counter. Turns out it was mashed potatoes. Tasted awful when you were expecting something sweet.

Comment by Glenn Dusting on December 6, 2008 at 3:19am: This list reminded me of a couple of incidents from my childhood.

1. I was staying at my grandparent's house. I woke up early and saw lots of pretty coloured candy sitting on the breakfast table. They were really yummy. They were actually a cocktail of drugs and when my grandparent's woke up I was rushed to the hospital. I was fine, the medication had no effect... except I don't remember this actually happening.

2. I was playing in my grandfather's car while he was mowing the lawn and I released the hand-break. It was fun watching him let go of the mower (it rolled off down the footpath before hitting the fence) and stopped the car before it made it to the street. There was no traffic around which was lucky, I wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

3. I fell off the slide and broke my arm.

That's about it, rather pathetic when you think about it. I led a very boring childhood. Luckily now I'm an adult and... nothing much has changed.