Your Bag-of-Hammers Moment

I never kissed a girl at all ... by the time I got around to it, I was 19. Originally Posted by Laurentius

We can assume you're making up for lost time.

Hmmm...I know I went hikeing, swimming in pounds, climbing cliffs, 'cricking' when I was a child...I remember going repelling with my parents and getting stuck halfway down the cliff when I was about 12...got the thumb of my glove stuck in the clip. My mother and her friend had to pull me up from the top while my father stood below ready to dive under me if I were to fall. I beleive I still have the scratches on my eyes from looking up and the dirt and sand falling in!

i was 9 ..all the neighbor kids..and oh yeah the four of us too..had stripped these two cottonwood trees in our yard of their cottonwood balls ..due to prolific cottonball fights...

fast forward to thanksgiving day..the neighbor lady behind us invited the four of us kids..my dad too but he was still in bed hung over....to a noon time thanksgiving meal, well it was really about 11 am..she was cooking our ducks so it was only right we got to eat their mashed potatoes ...they were our old colored ducks you used to be able to buy at the five and dime like for easter..only they had grown up and were now white ducks that had jumped our fence and had taken up in the neighbor lady's yard

after the thanksgiving meal..i ate way more mashed potatoes than duck...
we started playing..and took up the cottonwood ball fight again...

i climbed up in one of the trees..made it to the upper reaches of the tree where a few balls remained .....to harvest them..i was standing on about a two inch limb..standing erect..holding a few twigs with my left hand for balance..and reaching out to gather some balls with my right...i had hooked the heels of these flappy old loafers i wore on the limb i was standing on so i thought i would be ok..i felt the twigs on my left hand break..my feet went forward...the heel thing didnt work....the last thing i remember was a flash of black on my way down..one of my shoes passing me...

my older brother said they all thought i was dead...i was crumpled in the street..i had hit the concrete curb from about 18 feet head first and it had knocked me out..they got my dad..he carried me to his bed..held a mirror under my nose to see if i was still breathing and then piled me into his car..with my older brother..and took me to Wilford Hall AFB Hosp...they wouldnt treat me i found out..but had taped a life magazine around my broken left arm...so my dad drove me to the downtown Baptist hosp...

around 8:30 that night..i came to..only i hadnt quite opened my eyes yet and i heard the nurse ask someone..the doc i think..do you think he will live?...i thought in my head..hell yeah whats wrong with you?

so then i was x-rayed from my head to my toes..and i was ok except a cracked hip and a left arm that was bent sideways

i was wheeled into this small room on a gurney around midnight..i thought it was a storage room of some sort...it had saws on the wall..and equipment scattered around..some sort of orthopedic torture chamber...and there i lay..my crumpled arm laying on my chest...and in walks the doc..he shut the door behind him by laying back into it..and smiled...i should have known something was up right then..

he started asking me questions.... what was my favorite subject in school..my favorite tv show...and as he did..he slowly meandered my way..weaving around the orthopedic equipment...he got to the side the gurney i was laying on...suddenly reached down to my left arm..grabbed my forearm and my shoulder for leverage..and jerked my arm straight up without warning...i let out a howl..and when i finally calmed down i asked him why did he ever do that to me...and he said there was no way he was going to be able to set my arm if i knew it in advance and that he was sorry..dont think i can ever forget that pain

i spent a week in the hospital..i actually got to eat breakfast and lunch and dinner...i loved it...the nurses were great...the food was too..to me.. a kid who scrouged for food never ate breakfast or lunch unless it was at school sometimes...i missed school from thanksgiving till mid january...i walked with a limp for about 6 months..my dad finally cut the cast off my arm with a butcher knife after enough time had lapsed...

Hmmm...I know I went hikeing, swimming in pounds, climbing cliffs, 'cricking' when I was a child...I remember going repelling with my parents and getting stuck halfway down the cliff when I was about 12...got the thumb of my glove stuck in the clip. My mother and her friend had to pull me up from the top while my father stood below ready to dive under me if I were to fall. I beleive I still have the scratches on my eyes from looking up and the dirt and sand falling in! Originally Posted by Tiffany Cums

When I was a kid, about 20 miles out in the middle of unincorporated nowhere, there was an old abandoned rock quarry that some entrepreneur decided he was going to turn into a hillbilly playground.

He charged $7 each or $20 a carload/$30 a vanload in admission. Made us sign a waiver of liability (which was ironic because many of his clients weren't of the age of consent to a contract) & checked our vehicles for glass (cans of beer were just fine). Then he rented innertubes where we could float around in the water.

You could also jump into the water from 50 feet above (no telling what might be at the bottom of the quarry).

Well knock on wood, none of us ever got hurt. What did someone else say earlier about guardian angels? But in retrospect what a recipe for disaster....

I drank gasoline when I was really young (4 ish?). I don't remember it. My dad had been soaking paint brushes or something in the can. I guess a puked and/or taken the hospital. I am kind of a gearhead today.

i had hit the concrete curb from about 18 feet head first ... Originally Posted by nevergaveitathought

Your post make a lot more sense now..............

I drank gasoline when I was really young (4 ish?). . Originally Posted by SR Only

That sounds like a bag of shit moment!

Your post make a lot more sense now..............





Originally Posted by WTF

where's the milk of human kindness?

where's the milk of human kindness? Originally Posted by nevergaveitathought

18 feet up , in a cottenwood tree