Gayle, that is just hilarious (your mother, that is, and dad for that matter) :mrgreen:
I was a VERY careful child as well (okay, chicken
<must be used whenever one gets the chance), so no broken bones here or anything, but I do have two particular incidences.
I was playing baseball once with the neighborhood kids, and me and the boy down the street got into a fight over who was next to bat. He eventually wrestled the bat from me and then proceeded to whack me over the head with it (thankfully aluminum). I can still remember the reverberating Gonnnnnng! sound.
Then, once in 6th grade I remember wandering around with a friend one Halloween night. Unfortunately, we came across some unsavory types who were in the process of egging houses and decided to turn on us. We ran for our lives, but while running I chanced a look behind me and when I turned back around, I nailed a tree trunk dead on. Knocked myself clean out for maybe 5 minutes. (My friend thought I was dead). Then I ran the rest of the way home bawling my eyes out to find the cutest, I mean CUTEST, boy in school at my house (first ever crush). Apparently his older brother was hanging out with my older brother and he was tagging along. Naturally my brother had to make things worse by mockign and teasing me, thus causing me to cry even more. So humiliating but funny now.
Actually, it's funny how many incidences in my life resemble a slapstick comedy or Looney Tunes cartoon.
And that, my friends, is why I am this way.