Thank you, @sultnpapper. Looking forward to reading what you have to write about. My first post might be about the ramps we made in the alley with plywood and concrete blocks. We would get about a half block head start and hit that flimsy ramp at about 15 mph or so with our BMX bikes. We'd go sailing through the air...I think the neighborhood record for length was 13 trashcan lids. It's a miracle I survived childhood without brain damage.
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I have some of the stories from my youth that could be shared and there are a few that will never be told. But one of my favorite ones is when I was 16 and working in the local park during the summer. I leave at that for right now.
There is actually no telling if you survived it without damage for sure is there? Hell, you might could have been the next Nicholas Tesla, instead of just a great writer.
Haha, I have a few that will never be told either. Some things are best left unsaid. You make a good point, @sultnpapper! Who knows the damage we suffered? I remember jumping out of a swing on a neighborhood playground when I was 10 or so. I had a compound fracture and walked about a quarter mile home like that. There were no cell phones back then so there wasn't much choice.
Your fracture story reminds me of the time I was playing basketball at the local school yard. I was playing some older boys who were much taller than me and while going up for a rebound on a missed shot , a taller boy was coming down right over top of me with his mouth open, his two front teeth planted in my head and blood was going everywhere, it looked way worse than it was because I was wearing a white tee shirt. I also had to walk home with blood streaming down my face and shirt.
One lady who lived about a block away was nice enough to walk with me home from when I passed her house, she was afraid I might bleed out before I got there I guess. It only took three stitches but it required that the shave that portion of my hair so that next morning I ended up with a complete buzz cut.
Thanks for stimulating the memory.
Wow, that sounds like something that would've happened in our neighborhood! I bet you looked like you were in a horror movie walking around with that blood-stained shirt! These days 911 would have been called in 2 seconds. ; )
No doubt about if that happened today, I would have been laid on the ground and then transported by ambulance to the hospital, with a neck brace, no doubt about it.
No doubt and dosed up with opioids for the pain!