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Let us all gather round the fire and tell stories of misery and woe from our past, what is the worst thing ever to happen, a broken limb, moving house, whatever.

I'm sure some of you have heard it before but the worst thing to ever physically happen to me was the time the wind blew too hard and the door slammed cutting the end off my finger (left hand, next to pinky), it was reattached but took about 2 months to heal enough for me to take the protective coverings off. I can't remember any particulaly emotionally scarring times in my life though.

Well, once I went to some survival camp once and had to eat some REALLY nasty stuff that made me throw up afterwards. And just on last Thursday, I was camping out and there was huge winds and the tents were all flapping and it looked like they were going to fly away and it was so cold and so creepy... and yeah. Those are probably my worst experiences.

"Hey Dan"

"Yeah?"

"Your Dad just killed himself"

'nuff said.

The day my dog died..and mom's kitty. I miss Jena and Sammy.

I used to fight my parents to go to shool. One day they took me to the the lady..that..fixes your problems(cant spell the word right now..tired) and told my parents to leave without telling me anything. So they did.

And the lady comes back and helps make a list of what I do every day in school so I can check things off so I can see how much longer untill the day ends..yeah,like that helped.

That really ticked me off.(The lady) And I was totally heart broken my parents actually left. They were too,me thinks. Mom said she cried all day. Meh,goes to show what kind of school I went to.

At any rate,I've forgiven them,now..but that lady still bugs me every time I think about her. I try to forgive her,but bananas,its hard.

About a year ago I lost my footing getting off the bus on my way to school, I ended up spraining my ankle and since I ride metro (city transportation) the bus stop was about 75 yards away from the school entrace, so I limped all the way to the nurses office, step... ow... step... ow. I was on crutches and in a boot for about three months afterwards.

For me it was either getting 6 stiches on my upper leg, or leaving my life in the US.

For me, when my father died in his sleep due to a heart attack caused by sleep apena. Strangely enough, Neopets was created on the same day, and if a few sources are correct, the same time.

The deaths of my two grandmothers and my aunty, all within a 6 month period.

Probably when I found out my mum and dad were getting divorced. There's something else I could mention, but I've told myself never to speak of it again and forget about it completely.

Physically, splitting my tounge in two when I was five. I don't remember it though.

Metaphysically, well... you wouldn't believe me. (Lance files.)

Emotionally, seeing my uncle... on one of the visits to his house I opened the door... and he had hung himself in the loungeroom. His face was... ugh. Nightmare material.

Close second for emotionally, seeing my sister walk around with jumpers in summer for months without a second word... then seeing her go to hospital because of a deep cut to the wrists. I couldn't believe I was so stupid... not to notice what she was doing to herself. Then I hurt my mother more by starting to cut myself.

getting kicked ...between the legs.. by a lass all of 5" who was wearing 6' heels...

psychologicly; the whole bullying issue, became somewhat homocidal because of it.
oh and something ive never spoken of comes joint thirst, and i dont plan too speak of it so neh.

Got an infection on my foot, and I couldn't walk properly. Was warded for a few days.
Not as bad maybe...

This is a damned personal poll, and I probably don't remember my worst emotional experience anyway, as my second grade is a huge blind spot in my memory except for a feeling of general misery.

Worst physical memory: Either the time Grandma accidentally slammed the door on my finger, smashing the fingernail and infecting the finger (the nail eventually regrew, though), or the time I was way, way dehydrated (which I'm told is a fleeting taste of Lyme disease, although the person who told me may also have had mercury poisoning instead, eating as much East Coast fish as she does), or the time a wasp stung me right in the toe joint and I could walk only in blinding pain for nearly a week. Nope, no sprains (well, one, but it turned out to be a trick ankle), no broken bones, nothing life-threatening. I'm one lucky sucker.

I dunno...o.O I can't really pick one out.


Xil, bit on the blunt side, aren't we?

If I said it, I would probably get in trouble. And there's nothing else I can substitute. Physically, I've never broken, sprained, cut off, or otherwise seriously injured any part of my body; emotionally I have had traumatic experiences, but hardly ever really bad ones (there were three last August, but those are the ones I can't say); and mentally...well, I've never gone insane, I guess.