Re: Shredded Knees :)
I had quite a few grazed knees, but my biggest risks were going as high as I could on my swing & then jumping off. I always landed on my feet but my mum hated me doing it, so the real pain was being told to go indoors & play with my dressing up dolls.Re: Shredded Knees :)
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Still have a scar on the sole of my left foot where I stood on a spike, a scar on my left knee where my brother stabbed me with a carving knife while acting the goat (something I've never let him forget ), a bullet sized hollow in my right buttock where I landed on another spike while re-enacting the recent episode of Batman at the pics (complete with duffle coat as a cape), and a two-inch scar on my head courtesy of a game of Murder Ball.Re: Shredded Knees :)
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My mum always said I was a dirt magnet. If my knees weren't scabbed from climbing trees, crawling through pipes, or exploring air raid shelters, they would be red where my mum had scrubbed them with Vim!Thread Tools | |
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