John, I speak from experience when I say this - just be thankful for that nice, thick hair-padding you have on your head. While there are a lot of advantages to being bald (like ZERO styling time), the lack of padding in a collision with anything other than a pillow is just no fun.Originally posted by John
Unlike the globe light I shattered in Florida when I hit it the same way. That was fun.
My best falling down story. First grade. My parents were inside a bank (not robbing it or anything), and I was waiting outside. I decided to climb up on this high ledge outside the building. I crouch on the ledge. I'm a cavalry scout looking for indians that might ambush the wagon train before they make it to the fort.(hey, it was the 60's we weren't pc back then). Suddenly, an indian scout spots me an shoots me though the heart with an arrow! I spring up, clutching my chest (yes, I had a vivid imagination - I was so skinny I had no chest), and start to fall forward. In mid fall, I notice that Bebe, this very cute girl from Mrs. Stone's class, is sitting in her dad's car in the parking lot watching me. The distraction was only a fraction of a second, but in that split-second, I fell too far forward to get my hands out in front of me before my temple connected solidly with the concrete. Klutz. I'm sure Bebe was not impressed.
Meanwhile my parents are talking to a loan officer or something and my mom hears this kid wailing, and her first thought is "Will that kid's parents shut him UP?!!!!" She turns around to see all the people in the bank gaping at me as I walk towards her, blood streaming down my face and all over the banks carpet.
I took 14 stitches. The doctor put a really nice white bandage over the whole mess, which still looks great in my aunt's wedding pictures; I was the ring bearer the next day.
I visited the bank as an adult some 20 years later. They replaced the carpet with tile. And that high ledge? It's all of eighteen inches off the ground.