Emergency Room Trips: Age 3 or 4: Fell down the stairs head first at my grandparents' house. Pretty roughly. Age 5 or 6: I got the button from the jean jacket of this girl in my preschool stuck in my cheek. I'm still fuzzy on how it happened, but I have a scar in the shape of a button if you look at it from the side. Several stitches. Age 5 or 6: Y'know those cubbie things that have like tall rectangular compartments with hooks at the top to hang your little-kid-backpack? Well, those were near the lunch tables and I was leaning back on two legs on my chair (being a badass) and I leaned back too far and the hook basically went into the back of my head. Which sucked. Like 15 stitches, IIRC. Fifth Grade (I was clean for quite a few years): I was on this jungle-gym-type-thing that had this bar going down at a 45 degree angle. It looked like [url=http://i.imgur.com/rGk7huj.png]this[/url]. I used to think it was pretty cool to slide down this thing. And it was. I did so, most of the time, backwards, like [url=http://i.imgur.com/XuZHm4s.png]this[/url]. One time, I thought I would be super-duper-ultra-cool and ride it going forwards. Little did I know this put all of my weight forward and unbalanced me. I got 3/4 of the way, was going to fast, tried to stop, flipped down and hit the lower bar with my cheek and hung there for 5 minutes until someone helped me down. I had severe nerve damage on my cheek and it was really close to my left eye. It's almost certain that this is why my left eye's vision is several times worse than my right. The incident looked a little like [url=http://i.imgur.com/q5OL0vE.png]this[/url]. Between Fifth and Sixth Grade: At a baseball camp, we were practicing bunting on a pitching machine, which was pitching the ball at around 75 miles an hour (lol let's challenge them). As anyone who places baseball knows, when you bunt you make sure your fingers aren't on the front side of the bat. I was not ready for the ball to come so fast so when I turned to bunt I did so very quickly and didn't have time to move my fingers. My right ring finger was smashed in between the bat and the ball, my fingernail was shoved about a centimeter down my finger (which is pretty significant) and it was bleeding underneath it so they had to let the pressure out with what basically amounts to a super hot paper clip on the end of a pen to make a hole and release the pressure. My finger was broken for a few months. Sixth Grade: I was playing soccer, sprinting as fast as I could trying to outrun two defenders who had hit puberty much quicker than I did and thus were much taller than me. I ended up getting sandwiched between them, getting tripped, falling headfirst, and bouncing my head off the ground. I was out cold for a few hours, was concussed, and woke up in the hospital.