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Central Illinois | Twice.
The first time was the day before the start of my Sophomore year of high school, IIRC. I wasn't paying attention and crashed the 4-wheeler into the front of one of dad's homemade trailers. My left cheek caught the unrounded corner of angle iron. Ripped through my new Levi's and, well, my cheek. In the ER, as I was prepped for suturing, the nurse asked the doctor if he wanted the little needle or the big needle. I piped up and stated, "he wants the little needle!". I carried a pillow to school to sit on for at least a week.
The other was much less eventful but hurt much longer. We were riding on a car hood behind a truck after a nice snow. I don't know what we hit but my tailbone was sore for over a year after that day. | |
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