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Date: 01 November 2006 12:24:43
Welcome to the second month of my blog (ho ho, chortle chortle). And yes, Smudgie, of course it's me. Who were you expecting? Rain, thanks for your many questions, I'll answer one of them now and another one in my next post. And if you can provide me with the current £/$ exchange rate, I'll consider that $30 loan...
All the questions about my childhood, past experiences etc have made me a little nostalgic. I generally tend to feel a bit embarrassed about my childhood, not that there was anything particularly embarrassing in it, just that I always feel like I was a bit of an odd, geeky kid. Now, of course, I'm an odd, geeky adult, but I try to hide that side of me more and appear cool and balanced.
Anyrate, Rain's question about broken bones and stitches have reminded me of the only three notable injuries of my childhood. So here they are, in all their glory:
1. Aged about 4, away for the weekend in the caravan. I can't remember exactly how or why, but I'd convinced myself I could fly, and decided to test my powers by jumping from the top bunk bed. Reader, you will be as surprised as I was to discover that I couldn't fly. No stitches, nothing broken, but the scar on the bridge of my nose is a constant reminder that free flight is not an ability God blessed me with.
2. Aged 7 or 8, one afternoon break at school. You know how school kids sometimes think up an amazing new idea for a game, and don't realise it's not such an amazing idea until someone gets hurt? I think you know what's coming here then. The game involved one person sitting on someone else's shoulders, and the other person throwing them off. Simple (in every sense). Guess who broke their collarbone and spent the next six weeks with their arm in a sling? Funnily enough, we never played that game again.
3. Aged 13, playing some kind of game at church youth group. While running to hide in an alcove round the back of church, I somehow managed to bang my arm against the wall. Result - a small but painful broken bone in my wrist, two weeks in a plaster cast.
I also have stitches on my neck from an operation a few years ago, but that's quite boring, so I won't trouble you with it. Well, not now anyway. Maybe another time.