Broken Bones

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Plenty of scrapes and bruises.  Worst as a young kid.  A hole in my tongue.  Riding face first on a skateboard down a drive way.  Came close to the end (ready to crash) and for some reason (and I still claim copyright to Jordan, 'cause I was clearly years ahead of him)  stuck out my tongue.  Well, face first dragging on the cement.

Tons of blood and almost a see through hole.   

Second was around age 12.  I was boxing around a paper bag.  I had a slim lead in the bout. (hey I grew up in a small town, and we didn't have speech, or debate in my school)  Any hoo, bag land on the dining room table, and I step in with a round ending upper cut.  Misjudged and hit the wooden skirt of the table.  Drove my middle finger knuckle back a good inch.  That hurt like hell.  Hurt more when I showed it to the old man and he saw that my middle finger needed to be "set" by pulling on it.  In a cast for a good while.  I still hate grocery bags.


Last was an adult fracture to my left thumb.  Softball, second base, diving play.  Booyah!  Surgery for that one.  2 pins.  I still can't predict the weather though.

Hurling metal Tonka trucks with lead based paint into each other for spectacular crashes.  Never got hurt doing it, but the potential was there - and the trucks got beat to chit.

Riding my bike with no protective gear - loads of bruises, scrapes, cuts, a few times with mom picking gravel out of my skin.

No broken bones though.

We're so protective as a society that we're flat out scared to death to allow a kid to ride a bike without a helmet, or throw large metal trucks with lead paint at each other.  What was common place 30 years ago gets you a 'bad parent' label today.  Plastic toys, enough protective gear to build robocop, nothing too small, nothing that actually shoots something, nothing they may eat, etc.  The only thing we agreed on back then was that Jarts were too much - almost killed our dog with em - but other than that, it was all fair game.

Times change, usually for the better - but we bitch and complain anyway.

No broken bones, but lots of stiches for me.

* Fractured skull at 4.
* Fractured skull and broken ribs at 6.
* Broken clavicle at 17. 

Break-free since 1982!!!

Not a broken bone but encephalitis at 17 had me in the hospital for 6 weeks, unconscious for 3 weeks and I nearly checked out.  Docs gave me 50/50 chance of making it and an almost certain chance of brain damage if I did.  I think I beat the odds but if I didn't I wouldn't know better would I.  You decide.  Cured my acute migraines though.  Burned 'em right out of my skull.  Haven't had one since.

Ah, those were the days.

i'd say 50/50 

Aside from lots of cuts, scrapes, bruises and such I've had a few broken apendages.  At basketball camp a big guy fell in front of my while I was taking a charge and landed on my knee hyperextending it back breaking the growth plates and knee cap.  I was an early teen at the time.  Little league baseball around 11 or 12 my coach hit me in the elbow during batting practice and it cracked by funny bone.  Not funny at all as I recall.  In high school I broke my hand punching my friend in the shoulder.  He turned away and I got him right on his shoulder blade. 

When I was younger it was generally my friends that ended up severly hurting themselves by falling out of the fort, flipping over the bike handle bars and what not.  I never sent myself to the hospital or anything luckily.  And my neighborhood was similar to the one the boomers talk about in that all the kids played outside all day and had free reign of the place.