First day out on my bike after dad had taken the stabilisers off. Came down the road, turned into the drive, missed the path, hit the edge of the lawn, shot myself over the bars, cracked my head.
12 months later trying to push some garden cricket stumps into the lawn, but the ground was too hard, fetched this hammer thing a bit like a mountaineers ice axe. The stump kept falling over so I thought hit it hard and fast. Swung it over the back of my head, cracked my head again with the pointy end.
12 months later. Watching dad decorating, I noticed all the dust going into the electric socket, I thought I would help by covering it with a piece of old wallpaper, but it kept falling off. Then I found these three nails, first one to hold those springy safety things down, second one no problem, number three their was a big flash. Reading this back it explains a lot.
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