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The list is too long, but I went on a summer camp in Massachussetts, where for a week I rock climbed and white-water rafted, caved, and hiked until my feet were sore. Seven days went by and the worst injury recieved was a papercut one of the guides had on the way down reading the map.
On the way home, the counselors decided to reward us with a trip to Attitash, a land of mountain bikes and downhill bobsleds and luges. There was this gal I was digging pretty good there, and I decided that the best way to impress her was to go hit the skate park. I've skateboarded for a couple years, but they were out. So me, being the idiot that I was, rented a pair of rollerblades. I then went outside, climbed first and foremost onto an eight-foot quarterpipe (Outdoors, slipping on the way up due to the fact it was slightly raining) and then jumping off and setting my feet somehow as if I were on a skateboard. I broke one wrist officialy and later was revealed that I fractured every bone in the other one as well. As I wrote this, and I'm counting, my wrists cracked a total of fourteen times. Arthritis, here I come!
I also, prior to being toilet trained, had a habit of deficating in my pants, then hiding them somewhere where no one would notice- as if a half-naked kid doesn't give you enough clue about that. Those were the times. "lol"
""As I sit before the fire, I wonder how many before myself have been burned.'"
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and that was the end
