I remember three things: Once, when I tried to follow my sister over the railing on our deck, and landing squarely on my head. On the cement.
Another, while playing with my dinosaur toys with my sister. She accidentally dropped one on my head. The freakin tail actually put a hole in my head. -_-
And the last, was when I agreed to go with my mom and sister on a hike through Sunday Gulch in South Dakota. Dear god, I ran out of water about halfway through, and then it was all uphill, in the middle of the day.
Not as bad as most other people here, but hey, whatever. Also, you don't here of middle-aged people dieing from brain tumors very often, because it doesn't make for as good a news story.
"We are men of action, lies do not become us." - Westley
"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." - Inigo Montoya
I wanna spin around on a 45.