Lee's Bad moments

Well all I can say is that alot of bad things have happened to me, but thank god(i'm not religous) I have never broken a single bone in my body.

It all starts at age three, I was living in New Caledonia at the time. I was best buddie's with one of my mum's friend's son. We went to the same school, we did everything together(best of friends).

But, nothing is fool proof. You guessed it, we always used to fight, and when there is a fight, there's always someone who comes off second best(usually me).

We were playing around in a tennis court and I had asked for the tennis ball tin back, but he wouldn't give it to me.

This resulted in him hitting me on the head with it, I had to have about 5 or 6 stitches. A few months later, same story, except this time with a tennis racquet, 5 or 6 stitches in the head again.

All was forgiven and forgotten afterwards, best of friends again.

Probably a few months after that. I was having a bath, and as usual I knew everything, so I insisted that I stay standing in the bath.

5 minutes later(BOOM), I slipped and hit my chin on the edge of the bath and split my chin open. Another 6 or 7 stitches.

You want more, well you got it.

I was probably 4 or 5 at the time, I just wanted to be wild and run around the house. Then fate hit me again, this time under my right eye. I fell over onto a brass bin/pot plant holder. (another 4 or 5 stitches)

After that I thought it was all over, but no, it was just a few safe and uneventful years that had passed.

Now i'm probably about 8, I went on a fishing trip with some friends. Whilst trying to reel in a fish, the line suddenly became loose and then tight again causing the fish on the end to somehow come off and the line went flying back into the boat and stick into my leg, just above my left foot.

I can't remember whether I had stitches or it was just left to heal.

The last one was when I was 9 or 10, It was a Friday night and my dad was at a work convention/party and I was off playing with a group of my friends.

We were playing on a boom gate at the entrance to the work buildings, and I was jumping all over the concrete counterweight (this is while the gate is up/open).

Just my luck, the concrete was wet.

I slipped and caught my right armpit on a sharp piece of steel sticking out of the counterweight.

These were my final 8 stitches.

Well I'm 15 now and I hope I can stay alive long enough to drive a car.(uhh ohh)

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