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You get hurt alot don't you...

I've never actually rode a horse and from what I've seen and heard I don't want to...

I've ridden horses before. It is absolutely wonderful. I haven't gotten hurt yet, but maybe that's because I unfortunately don't get to do it very often.

Yea I've gotten hit in the face by a soccer ball once, and then I'm always fall on my bottom. I suppose that's being hit, right?

I have had two MAJOR visible injuries in football (soccer for you foreigners), one time my shin bone stuck out about two inches to the side. I didn't tell my mum or dad so I didn't go to hospital, so it healed up in the end. You can still feel a bump. It didn't really hurt that much after a day. But it was such a FREAKY accident, if you saw it, you would've jumped. The other one was a bruise that appeared in the exact same place a year later from a tackle. That was so much more painful. The bruise was about 6 inches long, and 3 inches across. That one really hurt. I still have that bruise. I really hope it isn't a life scar because I got it mid-February.
And a couple of months ago, I was volleying at the net in a game of tennis, wasn't really paying attention and my opponent hit a backhand right at my stomach, and I was a bit daydreamy and didn't move out of the way. That hurt, but no way near as much as the other two.

Once got hit in the stomach. That really hurt.

I fell off a bike and landed on my boob.

Ditto on every comment. Although there was this one time where I went to a horse center about an hour away from my house and rode a horse named 'Sage'. I went on a trail ride with someone (I forget who... it was a long time ago) and then, without warning, Sage just started galloping and going off the trail and I almost got hit by a tree. Scariest moment of my life- and I knew I couldn't scream because I knew that would probably just upset the horse more.

awww... i never rode a horse, i feel left out

LOL....

This one made me laugh so hard I think I scared the neighbors - in New Jersey.

I'll just list all of my painful injuries, and let the world judge me:
-Age 2: I was running around the house with glassware. You know that "don't run with scissors" rule? This works the same. Luckily I was young enough that I didn't scar permanently, but there was apparently a pretty good gash right between my eyes for about a year and a half.

-Age 4: The Great Zipper Fiasco of 1984 (uru, I think this is your field of expertise).

-Age 6: My mother and I were going to take lunch to Dad at his office, when a delivery truck ran a red light and broadsided us in our little sedan. Mom cracked two vertebrae and shattered her left wrist because the driver's side door crumpled in onto her. I suffered my first concussion (more on this later) when my head hit the handrest on the passenger door, and I was picking auto glass out of my head for two months. It actually got pretty cool after I went back to school.

-Age 7: Concussion number 2. I stepped in front of a baseball bat when my friend TJ was trying to show me how to play Tee Ball. I was attempting to tell him, "No, TJ, I know how to play Tee Ball." I was apparently stopped at "how." Three stitches, a skull fracture, and an MRI 15 years later (unrelated reasons) still revealed a small dead patch. Cool, huh?

-Age 13: My first real fight. I got the top knuckle on my left middle finger caught on my opponent's braces. There's a little square scar there still, which has since grown two freckles.

-Age 14: Concussion numero tres. I was getting up from underneath a table to retrieve a pen.

-Age 15: Zippergate.

-Age 15: Real fight number two. My friend Jason refused to leave the house - so I socked him. He had a keychain in his hand that I didn't know about, and it almost took my left ear off, right along the skull. Thankfully - it didn't.

-Age 16: The first time I go golfing. You know those "America's Funniest Home Videos" bits where gentlemen get hit by a stray golf ball, and talk like ladies for three or four hours?

That's me. I earned a nickname that really ought not be repeated.

-Age 21: Riding my bicycle back from work one night, my front tire hit a rock of some sort, which I didn't see due to the darkness. The front wheel immediately turned hard to the left, and the bicycle stopped its forward motion. I didn't, and in the process of my flight, my left hip was gouged open by the brake handle (there's a line half an inch high and three inches long) down below the layer of fat. I managed to fly a good distance, but what goes up...

I got road rash on my left elbow, both knees, and my left forearm. Thankfully, my beautiful, beautiful face was left undamaged. Also thankfully, the young lady who I may or may not have been trying to impress, and who saw my very best Superman impression ever, didn't see me cry, yelp, or scream. Because I didn't. I may have sworn, and I whimpered later. A lot. But she wasn't there to see that.

I think that's all the major ones. At least, the ones I remember.

What? That won't make you sterile or anything if that's what you're thinking...

Anyways, I'm a girl, but I can't think of a time where I've been hurt in a painful place. However, I tried to do splits when I was little...and it hurt .

*Pats on the back and breaks vertebrae*

Shapu, you have a mighty fine story there. A story of misery and pain. Very entertaining. :wink:

Owwwww! Yesterday at my Awana awards night we did something outsside. I knelled down. Guess where someone stepped.

Hey, it hurt a lot.

That same accident, I was about 1cm away from severing a major artery in my leg, and had I severed that artery I would've bled to death, as I was on a moutainside for a long time.

That's really what comedy is all about.