Oof. Back in elementary school if it makes you guys feel any better about driving (lol) I had my own red asphalt moment playing tag with a bunch of angry boys. Me being female and winning at their games wasn't fair for them. So one challenged me to a race and I obliged. I was winning, and one of the other boys friends came up behind me and pushed me while I was in a full sprint. Let me tell you it was insane. My face skidded about eight feet on the ground and left a trail. I think I was in shock when I got up because I didn't cry and I thought I was sweating. Turns out I was in agony and it wasn't sweat. I had to go to the doc and she picked gravel out of my chin. it was sick. The other kid got expelled for violence. And last time I checked he was in prison? So I guess karma won out. Good news is, I healed fantastically. The doctors were surprised. I have very minimal scar tissue on my face, and it looks normal. You can only tell I had an injury when it gets hot because my face turns red in the areas where I do have scar tissue under my facial skin. The lesson here folks? I have found running to be far more dangerous than driving. Drive your little hearts out, and be wary playing tag.
DUDE! I had a similar story where my cousins like damaged the brakes on my bike and didn't tell anybody and I rode it down a steep road while camping and we didn't go to the doctor because we were in the middle of camping, but same with the face healing and skin turning red
Bodily trauma gang
Are we talking about injuries? My turn >:D
Okay, so when I was very young, I would have been in about Preschool/Kindergarten at this point, I shared a room with my older brother. We lived in this old brick house on the corner of a very busy street. Our house only had 2 bedrooms at this time, and me and my older brother shared the other room while my younger brother, still only a baby, slept with my parents. Me and my brother's room had a bunk bed with a rickety ladder that often didn't work, so I didn't like climbing it. Instead, I climbed the side of the bunk bed [Which, in hindsight, was a really bad idea because there were boxes of toys right below the area I was climbing]. It would be important to note that my mother was a deaf mother of 3, pregnant with another, and my father wasn't home at this time due to his job. Anyways, to the story. I woke up in the middle of the night due to this terrifying nightmare. I decided to seek my brother for reassurance, but I didn't want to climb the ladder because, again, I was terrified of that ladder. As I climbed the side of the bed, I leaned over and whispered to my brother, asking if I could sleep up there. He got annoyed and, instead of just saying no, got up, scooted over to the edge of the bed, and shoved my hands off the footrest. I fell into the toys and broke my arm. Now, instead of being a normal child and running to wake up my mom, he took one look at my arm and jumped off the bed. He picked me up and said "Shh.. shh it's okay. Go to sleep." HE LITERALLY TUCKED ME IN AND TOLD ME TO GO TO SLEEP. I was woken the next morning by my mother's screams.
Also, completely off-topic, but as I was having my mom put my shoes on in the foyer of our house, I heard screeching and banging coming from our sealed attic. My mom couldn't hear this so everyone thinks I'm going crazy.