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Originally Posted by paulyoung666
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but you lived to tell the tale and that is the most important thing paul
when i was about seven or eight, my sister and i were out on the playground (we live in the grounds of a school where my dad is a caretaker) and she was walking along a low wall pushing her bike along next to her. she feel and the bit you pull to activate the breaks went into her neck. being young i didnt realise how dangerous it was and we just pulled the handle out and ran to mum. mum sat her on the kitchen side and had a look at it( without moving her neck) it just looked like a little scratch until mum lifted my sisters neck up slightly and it kind of all opened up. we took her to the hospital and four people had to hold her down while they gave her stitches.
i'm pretty squemish when it comes to blood but the thing that scared me and i found most horrific, wasnt an accident, but it was seeing my nephew (whose was three at the time) lying in a hospital bed, all bloated and unable to move, with tubes all over him. he had menningitis. was worse than any horrific accident i have ever seen.