Stupid ways you have hurt yourself

[ScarletHayes]

I remember having fireworks wars.  Shooting bottle rockets and roman candles at each other, etc...

[3rdgensooner]

Dumbest thing? 
Getting shot in the eye with a BB gun and getting a detached retina. But that's not the dumbest thing. The dumbest part was having my goggles in my back pocket. I had taken them off because they were fogging up. We had had probably 25 BB gun wars up to that point, and I never got hit once. So sure enough as soon as I take them off I get shot in the face,( which was a no-no). I ended up in the hospital, but fully recovered my sight in that eye. 
Ironically, the guy who shot me ended up getting a front tooth shot out later that day. After all the war must go on.

The looks on kid's faces today when you tell them the things we did like BB gun wars. They barely leave the house. You'd put on a ski mask, overcoat (remember those CPO coats), gloves, and goggles and those BBs would find that 1/2 inch bit of skin by your neck or wrist every single time.

[Alabuckeye]

I remember having fireworks wars.  Shooting bottle rockets and roman candles at each other, etc...

Sophomore year of college in the dorm.  a bunch of guys were shooting the breeze in a room and we heard some popping of fireworks out in the hallway.  I opened the door to see what was going on, just in time to see a guy lighting a bottle rocket.  I ducked back and slammed the door.....catching the bottle rocket in between the door and the jamb right by the hinges.

After living there 2 years, I'm surprised we didn't burn that place down.

[3rdgensooner]

I remember having fireworks wars.  Shooting bottle rockets and roman candles at each other, etc...

A good story about that from my childhood. My uncle lived in a house that backed up to a park and lake. There was a road going around the lake. Well on the fourth they'd put bottles in the chain link fence and fire bottle rockets at the cars. Good fun until they hit one, an OKC police cruiser. The cops came piling out and that party turned into a Chinese fire drill people running everywhere. Things that don't happen these days. You'd think a doctor and an accountant with kids would be more mature. You'd be wrong.

[P1tchblack]

I posted pictures of it long ago, but I got a 3-4" sliver in my foot by sliding across our floor in socks.  Ended up at urgent care to get it removed and stitched up.

Twice I have "hurt" a foot, to the point that I couldn't walk (similar to gout), by sitting in an odd way in my chair with dress shoes iin.

[dkeener67]

Dumbest thing? 
Getting shot in the eye with a BB gun and getting a detached retina. But that's not the dumbest thing. The dumbest part was having my goggles in my back pocket. I had taken them off because they were fogging up. We had had probably 25 BB gun wars up to that point, and I never got hit once. So sure enough as soon as I take them off I get shot in the face,( which was a no-no). I ended up in the hospital, but fully recovered my sight in that eye. 
Ironically, the guy who shot me ended up getting a front tooth shot out later that day. After all the war must go on.

by the time my generation(10 years laterish...) came along, we'd wised up.  We only had dirt clod and apple wars.

Oh we had those also. And rock wars. Damn that was dangerous, we were lucky nobody got hit in the head. Slingshot battles also.

[dkeener67]

Dumbest thing? 
Getting shot in the eye with a BB gun and getting a detached retina. But that's not the dumbest thing. The dumbest part was having my goggles in my back pocket. I had taken them off because they were fogging up. We had had probably 25 BB gun wars up to that point, and I never got hit once. So sure enough as soon as I take them off I get shot in the face,( which was a no-no). I ended up in the hospital, but fully recovered my sight in that eye. 
Ironically, the guy who shot me ended up getting a front tooth shot out later that day. After all the war must go on.

The looks on kid's faces today when you tell them the things we did like BB gun wars. They barely leave the house. You'd put on a ski mask, overcoat (remember those CPO coats), gloves, and goggles and those BBs would find that 1/2 inch bit of skin by your neck or wrist every single time.

We didn't wear extra protection (Other than shop goggles near the end of our battles). Some days it was colder than others so the extra clothing helped. I dug a BB out of one guy's forehead with a knife. (Crossman 760s were our guns of choice. You were only supposed to pump those up only two times. Of course some guys would pump them up five or six times. I still have that gun. It works perfectly. I use it on occasional nuisance squirrels or chipmunks. And it's never been oiled or serviced)

[zigbee]

Man on this topic I could go on for days.  As a kid Evel Knievel was the thing.  We set up a ramp and rode down a hill to make the jump on our bicycles.  I went first and hit the ramp so fast I flew way further than anyone thought hitting a tree trunk.  I was taken for observation with a mild concussion.
Playing street kick ball was so focused on catching a ball hit over my head I ran into a telephone pole.  Had the tar marks on my  face.  Did nearly the exact same thing playing kick the can in the dark except I ran into a yard light that well was not lit.

A few years ago using a weed whip I was wondering why I seemed to not have so much power.  Left it running made some adjustments and heard the engine purr.  Just to make sure it was ready I gunned the trigger but I was so focused on the engine I forgot the head was shin level and I was wearing shorts.  Wow did that hurt.

my worse and now funniest was as a mid teenager.  I was getting ready for bed and had some loose underwear on and loose fitting pajamas.  I was tall enough where I was taller than the highest dresser drawer.  I was to meet a young lady at our hs basketball game the next day so I was being self conscious looking in the mirror when I noticed what might be a pimple.  I leaned into the dresser to get a closer look in the mirror but without realizing it my junk was hanging into the dresser drawer that was opened a few inches wide.  As I leaned in further I shut the dresser drawer with my hips with my junk hanging in it.  In intense pain and panic I tired to pull it out without opening the drawer which of course made it worse.  I opened the drawer to retrieve Mr. happy who was now Mr. Blue well Mr. Black and Blue to be precise.  I can't show my  mom that, that would be is humiliating!  I put ice on it but it hurt so damn bad.  The next day the young lady and I hooked up and after the game we started making out and Mr. Happy started to move and it hurt.  She reached for it and I told her we better stop but of course never said why.    This was a Friday night and when we returned to school on Monday everyone was like we heard she wanted to do some things with me but I was scared.  Dudes were making fun of me.  Girls were giggling at me.  It was sort of an American Pie type of moment.

Nuthouse classic.  Lol till tears rolled soupy

[dkeener67]

Man on this topic I could go on for days.  As a kid Evel Knievel was the thing.  We set up a ramp and rode down a hill to make the jump on our bicycles.  I went first and hit the ramp so fast I flew way further than anyone thought hitting a tree trunk.  I was taken for observation with a mild concussion.
Playing street kick ball was so focused on catching a ball hit over my head I ran into a telephone pole.  Had the tar marks on my  face.  Did nearly the exact same thing playing kick the can in the dark except I ran into a yard light that well was not lit.

A few years ago using a weed whip I was wondering why I seemed to not have so much power.  Left it running made some adjustments and heard the engine purr.  Just to make sure it was ready I gunned the trigger but I was so focused on the engine I forgot the head was shin level and I was wearing shorts.  Wow did that hurt.

my worse and now funniest was as a mid teenager.  I was getting ready for bed and had some loose underwear on and loose fitting pajamas.  I was tall enough where I was taller than the highest dresser drawer.  I was to meet a young lady at our hs basketball game the next day so I was being self conscious looking in the mirror when I noticed what might be a pimple.  I leaned into the dresser to get a closer look in the mirror but without realizing it my junk was hanging into the dresser drawer that was opened a few inches wide.  As I leaned in further I shut the dresser drawer with my hips with my junk hanging in it.  In intense pain and panic I tired to pull it out without opening the drawer which of course made it worse.  I opened the drawer to retrieve Mr. happy who was now Mr. Blue well Mr. Black and Blue to be precise.  I can't show my  mom that, that would be is humiliating!  I put ice on it but it hurt so damn bad.  The next day the young lady and I hooked up and after the game we started making out and Mr. Happy started to move and it hurt.  She reached for it and I told her we better stop but of course never said why.    This was a Friday night and when we returned to school on Monday everyone was like we heard she wanted to do some things with me but I was scared.  Dudes were making fun of me.  Girls were giggling at me.  It was sort of an American Pie type of moment.

Nuthouse classic.  Lol till tears rolled soupy

Absolute classic indeed!!

[Alabuckeye]

These stories add necessary backstories to who posters are and how they post......very instructive.

[3rdgensooner]

Dumbest thing? 
Getting shot in the eye with a BB gun and getting a detached retina. But that's not the dumbest thing. The dumbest part was having my goggles in my back pocket. I had taken them off because they were fogging up. We had had probably 25 BB gun wars up to that point, and I never got hit once. So sure enough as soon as I take them off I get shot in the face,( which was a no-no). I ended up in the hospital, but fully recovered my sight in that eye. 
Ironically, the guy who shot me ended up getting a front tooth shot out later that day. After all the war must go on.

The looks on kid's faces today when you tell them the things we did like BB gun wars. They barely leave the house. You'd put on a ski mask, overcoat (remember those CPO coats), gloves, and goggles and those BBs would find that 1/2 inch bit of skin by your neck or wrist every single time.

We didn't wear extra protection (Other than shop goggles near the end of our battles). Some days it was colder than others so the extra clothing helped. I dug a BB out of one guy's forehead with a knife. (Crossman 760s were our guns of choice. You were only supposed to pump those up only two times. Of course some guys would pump them up five or six times.  I still have that gun. It works perfectly. I use it on occasional nuisance squirrels or chipmunks.  And it's never been oiled or serviced)

Nice, I just had the usual Daisy.

[somenole]

Dirt clod wars were the best. Few things in life were more instructive than taking a huge clod to the face with an open mouth to boot.

[AlumneyeJ93]

Dirt clod wars were the best. Few things in life were more instructive than taking a huge clod to the face with an open mouth to boot.

Fun and painful times. We used to have clod wars when we were walking beans in the summer. And they hurt like heck, some of the drier ones would explode on impact
and I among others ate plenty of dirt. It was a level playing field where I could pelt the heck out of my older brother because I was more accurate.

Most of them time you never saw the first round coming and got rocked in the back of the head or middle of the back. I later learned to fill up my pockets so I was ready.

[AlumneyeJ93]

Dumbest thing? 
Getting shot in the eye with a BB gun and getting a detached retina. But that's not the dumbest thing. The dumbest part was having my goggles in my back pocket. I had taken them off because they were fogging up. We had had probably 25 BB gun wars up to that point, and I never got hit once. So sure enough as soon as I take them off I get shot in the face,( which was a no-no). I ended up in the hospital, but fully recovered my sight in that eye. 
Ironically, the guy who shot me ended up getting a front tooth shot out later that day. After all the war must go on.

The looks on kid's faces today when you tell them the things we did like BB gun wars. They barely leave the house. You'd put on a ski mask, overcoat (remember those CPO coats), gloves, and goggles and those BBs would find that 1/2 inch bit of skin by your neck or wrist every single time.

We didn't wear extra protection (Other than shop goggles near the end of our battles). Some days it was colder than others so the extra clothing helped. I dug a BB out of one guy's forehead with a knife. (Crossman 760s were our guns of choice. You were only supposed to pump those up only two times. Of course some guys would pump them up five or six times.  I still have that gun. It works perfectly. I use it on occasional nuisance squirrels or chipmunks.  And it's never been oiled or serviced)

We had BB gun wars out in the woods, great fun. Faces/head shots were off limits but ***** happens what 10 year old is accurate with a BB gun. My first BB gun was a Daisy then I graduated to the Crossman pump which could shoot BB's and pellets and I became a rodent/bird killing machine.

[dkeener67]

Sounds like you also had the Crossman 760. We started in the woods, and ended up in an abandoned limestone quarry. What a phenomenal place for a BB gun war. Rocks, boulders , abandon buildings and even woods along the west side of the quarry near the Scioto river. Phenomenal terrain for hiding and ambushes. Various elevations too.