What did you break growing up?

[spartacus53]

After reading these posts I am wondering if 1/2 of us don't have some damaged chromosomes

Even though I haven't participated in some of the events mentioned. I think I may have come close to a certain degree. I will be turning 58 and I still feel like a kid in many ways, unfortunately slowly, but surely there are signs of wear and tear. The mind is willing, but the body is not.

 

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[truckinbutch]

After reading these posts I am wondering if 1/2 of us don't have some damaged chromosomes

Even though I haven't participated in some of the events mentioned. I think I may have come close to a certain degree. I will be turning 58 and I still feel like a kid in many ways, unfortunately slowly, but surely there are signs of wear and tear. The mind is willing, but the body is not.

Take heart , my young friend !

It only gets WORSE !!

 

[TheHarleyMan2]

Uh, lets see, Everything in the book!

Womens hearts

Sometimes other peoples faces or body parts, (Don't worry they were all males)

A few broken bones here and there!, Wrist, knuckles, fingers. Had several boxers fractures.

 

[spartacus53]

Uh, lets see, Everything in the book!

A few broken bones here and there!, Wrist, knuckles, fingers. Had several boxers fractures.

I am confident that you did the above, but we are interested in the story behind that breaks, especially in the adolescent years.

You also have to take into consideration, my warped way of viewing life. Their are two trains of thought here regarding injury.
1st - We ourselves as children thought of ourselves as the "greatest" daredevils ever.
2nd- Our parents thought of us as "King" of all "Klutz's"

So take the above into consideration in your reply, you will be judged accordingly.

.....and ladies, don't be shy. It isn't a bad thing to be one of the boyz

 

[Mental Granny]

I was just lucky was all.....
But, like I said above Kirstian is rougher than her brothers..... summer before last she jumped off a fence just to fly I guess .....ER visit ...then last summer cut her self she didn't want to wait on mom to get done in the bathroom.... got the stichless banaid .... then broke 2 bones in her arm near the wrist... she knows the rule no jumping off the ladder into the pool so while she got out there before a grown up she decdided to jump from the rail ...oops fell backwards instead...... then after she got the cast off she was playing with a cousin of the little boy next door ..... he is shorter than her, he was leaning over a bucket lookn in it she leaned over him he stood up bammmm! Got her in the eye so next day it was black and swelled shut so mom was takng her to ER and before she left the house she saw a show on tv kids on tvc stuck blueberries up there nose...... I got one out.... LOL! As she gets older I wonder what else she wll get into alot like her mom an me ! But, I said the day she was born that she'd be the 1st with a broken bone (another story) !

 

[spartacus53]

Mental Granny, I have a theory here, but you will have to help me out. I already know that you were a bit of a daredevil as well as your granddaughter, question is where did your daughter rank in this

 

[TheHarleyMan2]

Uh, lets see, Everything in the book!

A few broken bones here and there!, Wrist, knuckles, fingers. Had several boxers fractures.

I am confident that you did the above, but we are interested in the story behind that breaks, especially in the adolescent years.

You also have to take into consideration, my warped way of viewing life. Their are two trains of thought here regarding injury.
1st - We ourselves as children thought of ourselves as the "greatest" daredevils ever.
2nd- Our parents thought of us as "King" of all "Klutz's"

So take the above into consideration in your reply, you will be judged accordingly.

.....and ladies, don't be shy. It isn't a bad thing to be one of the boyz

Well, being my oldest brother and I would be out and about, sometimes together, and sometimes by ourselves and from the time we were around 8-9 years old up until early to mid 20's. We would beat anyone up who would give us the look or kept staring at us.

You know back in the days when you had guy's that would stare and provoke a fight, We would end up saying things like, "What are you looking at?" "You got a problem?", or "Sorry I don't know why you are staring at me, but I like females!"

Then a fight would ensue. In our teens we were into Martial Arts and we both got our black belts by the time I was 17. My oldest brother was 3 years older than me and I think he was the problem of me being just like him growing up because I wanted to be like him, then he went into the Navy and i didn't see him for 3 years. But we learned to be disciplined enough me quit saying those things, and I would just do a stare down, wink and smile at the guy to provoke him.

That was how I ended up breaking my wrists 3 different times, boxers fracture 2 different times, and 4 knuckles all in a 6 years period. That was how bad I would beat someone, that was just in fights with someone. I don't talk much about those days, as I was pretty ballistic when it came to fighting. I loved it.

While I was in Martial Arts I competed quit a bit in competitions, but I never broke any bones. It wasn't until I was in my mid 20's and was in the service for 2 years into Special Operations that I felt even more bullet proof and invincible and was out one night at a bar, got into a fight with a Navy SEAL, (Which I didn't know at the time), who I thought kept staring at me. We got into it and tore the bar up with each other as well as each of us getting really bloody and banged up.

Long story short, the cops came, while we were in jail in separate cells next to each other we started talking, and learned about each other. Neither one of us had ever been in a fight with someone as long as we had fought which was over 30 minutes according to some bar friends at the bar. We ended up becoming friends and by the time we got out of jail, we started hanging out and becoming best friends. While in jail I found out he had just caught his girlfriend in bed with another man and he was zoned that night, which I thought he was staring at me and I provoked the fight.

We ended up in court and as we sat talking as quietly as we could, the judge told us several times to keep our tone down and shut our mouths. When our names got called we went to the judge and the judge was surprised we were the ones chatting it up in his court room, asked about our fight being he saw us quietly chatting and chuckling in his court room, and told us that now we seem to be best friends it seems, then we wouldn't mind splitting the damages to the bar and for us not to end up back in his court room ever again!

After that, I grew up and decided, I wasn't going to fight unless it was absolutely necessary. I am glad I got it all out of my system at the age I did because there is no telling what or where I would be today.

 

[spartacus53]

You know back in the days when you had guy's that would stare and provoke a fight, We would end up saying things like, "What are you looking at?" "You got a problem?", or "Sorry I don't know why you are staring at me, but I like females!"

After that, I grew up and decided, I wasn't going to fight unless it was absolutely necessary. I am glad I got it all out of my system at the age I did because there is no telling what or where I would be today.

Well, I hate to admit that I stand corrected. It appears that there are really 3 categories, it seems that I neglected bada$$ I had one friend that would almost fit that scope, except he just went off if provoked and sometimes it didn't take much to push his buttons.

I see the bada$$ category as a very small faction and I am sure you'll agree on that point. I guess at one time you were very close to being a 1% er and I don't mean it in a negative way, but I know you fully understand it.

I think you also know exactly where you would have been today if you hadn't change your ways and neither of them is a good place. Welcome back, and from this point forward welcome to the daredevil group

 

[stefen]

Lets see, fingers of both hands falling on a sprinkler head while being tackled playing football...

Broke my jaw and nose, again playing football...

Broke my nose a second time hitting the bottom of a pool while diving...

Horse fell on me and broke my hip....

Broke all ribs when a Charolais steer ran me into a fence post...

Busted my ba...never mind

 

[bigscoop]

After reading these posts I am wondering if 1/2 of us don't have some damaged chromosomes

Even though I haven't participated in some of the events mentioned. I think I may have come close to a certain degree. I will be turning 58 and I still feel like a kid in many ways, unfortunately slowly, but surely there are signs of wear and tear. The mind is willing, but the body is not.

My doctor told me point blank, "It all starts at about your age, and make no mistake, today is the best it is going to be and from here on out it is only going to get worse." That's what I like about him, he's brutally honest, which always has me leaving his office with the notion that I better not waste a day of the time I have left, which I think is a positive notion to focus on.

 

[BigDan]

Sorry to kidnap the thread a bit

Speaking of injuries. It makes me think a little about how people treat illnesses and injuries. I think the modern world is a little skittish when it comes to health. When I was growing up, sometimes you just bit on a stick and handled it. Or, maybe my family was just weird?

Easter when I was around eleven, I fell off a barbed wire fence and cut the inside of my left arm pretty bad. I was in my oldest brothers bathroom washing the cut off myself when my Dad saw it and said something about, "That looks like it needs stitches." That was the extent of it. I finished cleaning it up and wrapping it. I have a scar about 1 1/2 inches. As to the stitches? What, was I supposed to sew it up myself?

When I was nine I had this great Chemistry set. Bottles and bottles of cool chemicals inside a hinged metal storage case. My four year old nephew found it in the basement during a family gathering and ate it. I found him just sitting in a corner all glassy eyed with purple foam coming out of his mouth. I alerted the "authorities", my Dad, his Dad. They took him upstairs, cleaned out his mouth, made him eat a raw egg or something so he puked. Then, they pronounced him "healed". Weird thing is, his occupation today is a substance abuse counselor. I always wonder, is he pro, or con, substance abuse? And, nobody ever did replace that chemistry set!

 

[Mental Granny]

Well I had my 1st stitches when I fell at the city pool (with some help)n and busted my chin open... Ran thru a barbed wire fence escaping a friends big sister horse she didn't like anyone except the big sis)!

But, with Tammy (my daughter) lets see sliding on a slip an slide turned out there was a broken piece of glass under it!
She came in the house an said mom come watch what I can do.... she wanted me to see how she could hang by her feet from the top of the swing set.
Oh and while riding her bike down the street the front tire came off the whole thing a kid down the street rode by and gave this evil grin an re adjusted the wrench in his back pocket. She flew over the handle bars a slid down a asphalt street.

 

[spartacus53]

Just as I suspected Mental Granny, the women in your family are all carrying that defective male chromosome.

 

[diggummup]

Although I had a pretty rough childhood I never broke any bones, no stitches either. I broke my front tooth in half after going over a bicycle jump made with plywood and sawhorses, hit it on the cross bar of my mx bike. Thought I was going to lose a couple fingers to frostbite one winter but I got lucky it was only second degree. Rolled a pickup truck 4 times when I was 17, couldn't hardly move for a week (back injury) but never went to the hospital (if I knew then what I know now i'd be rich from that one). I recovered. Had a guy fall off the back of a semi trailer with a large hand-truck (the kind you use to move refrigerators) it landed on my ankle, I went to the corner, layed down and threw up the pain was so bad. It swelled up real bad and I couldn't walk for several days and limped for several weeks but I didn't break anything (again, never went to the hospital another stupid move). I guess all that milk I drank (and still drink) really did the body good as far as broken bones go.

 

[spartacus53]

I guess all that milk I drank (and still drink) really did the body good as far as broken bones go.

I wonder if that is true, I know that I drank just over a quart a day in the winter and 2 quarts in the summertime. The last one for the day was made with ice cream and malt powder. We never had soda in the house unless it was for a party, or if my father was getting a pizza pie. I had to "score" my soda at the local bodega

 

[mainer]

Broke my Elbow when I was 6, jumping on a bed of all things. The one time I should have listened to my Mother. Other then that no broken bones.

 

[diggummup]

I guess all that milk I drank (and still drink) really did the body good as far as broken bones go.

I wonder if that is true, I know that I drank just over a quart a day in the winter and 2 quarts in the summertime. The last one for the day was made with ice cream and malt powder. We never had soda in the house unless it was for a party, or if my father was getting a pizza pie. I had to "score" my soda at the local bodega

I hear ya. The only soda in our house was moms "TAB" and that stuff was nasty. I do remember my great grandad though when he lived with us before he passed, he used to drink Pepsi. I have fond memories of sitting with him drinking pepsi cola and looking at all of his coins that he used to collect. He is the reason why I am into collecting today.

 

[Tubecity]

Had a good friend growing up that won tournaments in Oriental weapons . He wouldn't put boxing gloves
on with me, but he was hell on wheels with the nunchucks & bo (staff), among others . I worked with him
for almost 2 years on the nanchuka , & usually wore a heavy tossel cap & probably did more damage to a ceiling light fixture & the top of my head than anything else. I still spin them around once in awhile but well
remember the times knocking myself to my knees & a few times out cold by missing the swing & catching it across the head. Stupid is as stupid does. And I'm still man enough to say, Duh, wut happened !

 

[spartacus53]

Tubecity, you don't have to thank your friend for that, thank Bruce Lee for putting it out there. I am just glad I was in my early 20's when that became a craze. I think the hospital would have seen me a lot more often if that was in vogue when I was in my preteens.

 

[Iron Patch]

No major damage for me. Broken collarbone, 32 stitches in my left arm, few in my right leg, cracked knuckles, ribs, concussion, maybe a broken nose. (it was pretty sore)