Actually I've been on three accidents. All were serious and it scared everyone.
Story no. 1: When I was six years old I was in a children's play area where everything was padded in foam and stuff like that. Me and my siblings would play there because it was known for it's safety. One day I was in some sort of foamy block thing (Don't know what you call it, but it's a large square cube that kids can go under on because there are mouse holes on it and it's really fun going in there. Hope that made sense.) And I was on top of it. I was walking near the corner and I accidentally
slipped, fell and broke my arm. I was rushed to the ER and they gave me surgery. When I woke up, I was really drowsy and couldn't eat or drink. (Learned that the hard way. I puked when I sipped a little orange juice.
) Oh, and the children's play area was closed after that.
Story No. 2: I was fifteen years old and me and my Brother were playing rough outside. It would usually revolve around play fighting but sometimes it would get too rough. And it did when I latched onto my Brother's back and he started to push me into the fence (Which, regrettably, had some thin metal poles sticking out on top.) And it hit my head. We stopped immediately after that and thought that everything was fine. Until I combed my hair with my fingers and saw blood on my finger tips. Everyone was frantic and we told the story to our Mother and it turned out the sharp metal poles were covered in rust. So, it was possible that I had rust poisoning in my blood. After that is procedure, really. Went to Doctor, got a lot of shots and was bed-ridden for one whole day.
Finally, story No. 3: I was still fifteen years old and one morning a stray puppy was found near our house. My Mother said that we can keep it if it has no owner. So my Mother sent some people to ask around if they're missing a puppy. Meanwhile I was watching over it since we already have five puppies and two of them weren't happy with the new pup. One of them, Cheryl, attacked the new pup and I tried to break it off since instinct got the best of me. During the crossfire, I got bitten by Cheryl in my right hand pointer finger and thumb. It was a few scratches but that wasn't the scary part: Nearly all the Doctors who treated rabies shots were on holiday since it was December. We looked all morning until we found one. (And we travelled quite a distance, too!) Thankfully, he was able to cure me! Oh, yeah. And also the puppy has an owner and when he came to our house we gave her back to him.
So, yeah. I'm probably accident prone. But I'm still here, thank goodness! I'm just glad to be alive and enjoy life after that! Hopefully I won't have to come back to this thread to tell new stories.