OK, then! Top this one!
When I was 15, me and a friend used to go pig hunting on a property just outside of Broken Hill. Naturally, we weren't allowed to be carrying all the weapons we had and my friend certainly wasn't supposed to be driving the open back truck he was driving but hey, like that's gonna stop us...!
On the way back to his place, there was a section of sealed road that for some reason he got paranoid about driving on this particular day so he stayed on the side of the road instead (to this day, I have no idea why this makes any difference to anything!)... We're cruising along at a decent speed (at least 50 kmh), and I'm in the back with all of the guns when suddenly I hear someone shout something, the world goes all weird and I hurt a lot! WHAT THE...?!
It turns out he didn't see a huge cement storm drain until it was too late and the truck dived 4 feet into it and stopped rather abruptly... Fine if you have a seatbelt on... Not fine if you're sitting in the back not paying attention!
I found myself about 3 metres away from it laying on a rock, guns strewn everywhere and this kind of weird looking bent truck with some guy moulded into the steering wheel in front of me! D'OH!
Except for the huge gash on the back of my head that needed 5 stitches and the pretty wicked whiplash he got, we were actually OK! ...... until we told our parents! Man, didn't we get our asses kicked then!
HA! I was actually contemplating not telling my parents anything had happened except that there was all of this blood pouring out of my head! Kind of hard to hide, it seems! HAHA!
So there, that's just one of the nasty things that happened to me as a kid! Don't get me started talking about home made explosives! *shudder!*
One of these days, I'm gonna get together with Rick from Fury and write a book! The stuff we got up to when we were kids was just insane!
