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Well here's the best one.
We had a tree fort in the woods, my friends and I. We nailed boards of wood to make a ladder up to the fort. One day I climbed up and the top step of the ladder broke, I rolled down the tree (a nice two stories) and crashed into a briar patch. The nails had rusted since they were left out in the rain so long, and they caused a huge gash in my stomach, about a foot long. I still have the scar.
The MOM aspect-
Fearing my mother would kill me for bleeding on my shirt, I took it off and walked home. The neighbors all freaked out to see my blood spewing wound as I walked a quarter mile back to my house. I ran upstairs and took a shower as to avoid enraging mom, and needless to say, she yelled her ass off, and I was beaten senseless.
Oh well, I'm stupid...what more can I say?
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