spartacus53
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- Jul 5, 2009
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They called me the "Calamity Kid"
Yes indeed, I was the "Calamity Kid", a name aptly bestowed upon me by my mother. As you saw in another post, I was lucky enough not to have any breaks, but I made up for that "big time" in other ways. I did my share to keep the doctors and hospitals busy.
The knockouts
As a kid, we played and we played hard and as far as I can tell I held the record for self knockouts. That's right, three times out cold and down to the ground. The first was flipping over the handle bar of my bike when 1st learning to ride, my chin said hello to the pavement.. lights out. The next 2 were just as bad, one kissing a tree while playing football, the other was kissing a NYC lamp post in at a great speed during a game of roundup tag. I always had a habit of running without looking where I was going, as you needed to keep your eyes on those chasing you. I guess I was leaving it to muscle memory and knowing the lay of the land, but that mistake would cost me. While successfully dodging 2 in the street, I headed for the sidewalk where I would have the advantage of fence hopping. Picking up a speed I turn to get my bearing and "hello lamp post" I did hear a "Booong" before the lights went out. Several friends did carry me home and I was lucky to come to before my mother saw me. That afternoon I literally had a bump the size of a grade A large egg protruding from my forehead.
The serious cuts:
I will spare you the full details of each case, but give you enough to know what happened.
Rusty nail through ear: Running alongside an old fence with a nail sticking out, thought friend caught me by the ear until I turned. Felt my stinging ear and saw a hand full of blood.
Screwdriver through lip: Just before moving into our new apartment I tripped at the doorway and fell face first into a toolbox.
Hole in knee: Sleigh riding on a strip of cardboard at school, knee went into an old, broken, rusty car. School nurse was able to stop bleeding by the time my mother arrived. Sad part there was no doctor visit until the next day and by that time too late for stitches, so one nasty scar.
Paper clip in the eye: Yea, we were warriors having rubber bands and firing paper clips at each other. I never thought I would get hit in the eye. Amazing part still have 20/20 vision and my life. I was on 24 hour watch for shock and shock damage. Doctor told my mother that the shock to the brain from being hit would have been enough to kill me. Biggest bullet I ever dodged to this day.
Slit thumb: In camp while craving wood, I guess I decided to adjust the looks of my thumb with an Exacto knife. Cut ran perfectly around the sides and top of my thumb. That required a trip to the infirmary. Even for a skinny guy, I have always had fatty hands
doctor had to cut away a good deal of the excess fat in order to stitch it. Today, 1 fat thumb, and 1 on a diet 
I'll list more later....... But it does make you wonder how our parents survived
The hit song during those summers was "I am stuck on Banaid's, cause Banaid's stuck on me".
Yes indeed, I was the "Calamity Kid", a name aptly bestowed upon me by my mother. As you saw in another post, I was lucky enough not to have any breaks, but I made up for that "big time" in other ways. I did my share to keep the doctors and hospitals busy.
The knockouts
As a kid, we played and we played hard and as far as I can tell I held the record for self knockouts. That's right, three times out cold and down to the ground. The first was flipping over the handle bar of my bike when 1st learning to ride, my chin said hello to the pavement.. lights out. The next 2 were just as bad, one kissing a tree while playing football, the other was kissing a NYC lamp post in at a great speed during a game of roundup tag. I always had a habit of running without looking where I was going, as you needed to keep your eyes on those chasing you. I guess I was leaving it to muscle memory and knowing the lay of the land, but that mistake would cost me. While successfully dodging 2 in the street, I headed for the sidewalk where I would have the advantage of fence hopping. Picking up a speed I turn to get my bearing and "hello lamp post" I did hear a "Booong" before the lights went out. Several friends did carry me home and I was lucky to come to before my mother saw me. That afternoon I literally had a bump the size of a grade A large egg protruding from my forehead.
The serious cuts:
I will spare you the full details of each case, but give you enough to know what happened.
Rusty nail through ear: Running alongside an old fence with a nail sticking out, thought friend caught me by the ear until I turned. Felt my stinging ear and saw a hand full of blood.
Screwdriver through lip: Just before moving into our new apartment I tripped at the doorway and fell face first into a toolbox.
Hole in knee: Sleigh riding on a strip of cardboard at school, knee went into an old, broken, rusty car. School nurse was able to stop bleeding by the time my mother arrived. Sad part there was no doctor visit until the next day and by that time too late for stitches, so one nasty scar.
Paper clip in the eye: Yea, we were warriors having rubber bands and firing paper clips at each other. I never thought I would get hit in the eye. Amazing part still have 20/20 vision and my life. I was on 24 hour watch for shock and shock damage. Doctor told my mother that the shock to the brain from being hit would have been enough to kill me. Biggest bullet I ever dodged to this day.
Slit thumb: In camp while craving wood, I guess I decided to adjust the looks of my thumb with an Exacto knife. Cut ran perfectly around the sides and top of my thumb. That required a trip to the infirmary. Even for a skinny guy, I have always had fatty hands
doctor had to cut away a good deal of the excess fat in order to stitch it. Today, 1 fat thumb, and 1 on a diet I'll list more later....... But it does make you wonder how our parents survived
The hit song during those summers was "I am stuck on Banaid's, cause Banaid's stuck on me".
