I don't remember how old I was, but my mom was driving me to my grandmas because my mom had some out of state work or something. It was a long, long time ago. Anyway, black ice + night time. We were driving down a hill almost into my Grandma's town when we hit a patch and flipped. Luckily we didn't go over the cliff, we actually went the opposite way (toward the hill) and ended up on our side (I think, could've been upside down). Luckily neither of us were hurt.
My mom was hit by a car a while ago. Bent the metal handle of an umbrella she had, but didn't hurt her at all.
I wrecked on a bike once, got a nice slash on my leg for it. Later, my bike seat was loose and after speeding down a cul-de-sac, I went to sit down and slide to a stop, the seat moved up, my ass hit the wheel, my leg went next to the chain and ended up sliding on the gravel-y road on that leg. Surprisingly, only minor scratches and no cuts.
Oh, and apparently when I was a little kid I was jumping on a couch, missed/fell/something and hit my chin on the corner of a square arm-rest and cut through my lower lip (like, the area between the bottom lip and chin). Then a few years ago I was hit in the same spot with a pipe (it was an accident though, still hurt).
One of my friends got in a car crash in Utah a while ago, car was wrecked but he was fine.
That's all I can recall. Well, unless you can call going down a tree-rock-and-snow covered slope in one of those disc sleds, and slamming your back into a tree (knocking your ass out in the process) an accident. Some three or so seconds before I saw a friends sled dig into the snow and catapult him face-first into the ground.
Fun though. We'd also slide down this huge iced-over road/path thing, which ran the full length of the Lodge (Warm Springs). We'd have to bail before we got to the bottom, or slam into the wooden log-fence.
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