One time as a child, I was playing Marco Polo in my backyard and walked into a tree.

I tend to remember a time when I was DRAGGED into a tree in our backyard.

when i was 14 i totalled the family riding mower.

One summer vacation, I walked down the pier at Lake Geneva and accidentally fell into the water.

One time, when I was four, I stood between the electronic doors at the supermarket waving goodbye to all the departing shoppers when suddenly one of the doors closed on my wrist.

One time my older brother put his coat in the oven to try to dry it off, but it kinda caught on fire.

life was so much simpler when i could go peeling through the neighborhood on my bmx bike, topless, with all the boys and not feel an ounce of embarassment, then puberty came and messed everything up.

I broke my shoulder in kindergarten because my friend convinced me that the lawn chairs 4 feet down from the tree house would be ample cushion for me land on.

I passed out while peeing in the dorm room bathroom, and woke up later with my head under a stall door, still unzipped with no idea how long I was there.

I didn't wimp out on a pact that Matt and I made to jump off a bridge the night before our high school graduation, and I survived a 35 foot jump into three feet of water with no scratches and one seriously sore coccyx.