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Me, age 5
I tried to do a superman off the garage roof into a pile of sand.
Slipped on takeoff, grabbed the edge of the rusty corrugated iron roof to try and recover.
Ended up hitting the sandpile with a cut on my hand that went from the tip of my little finger to my wrist.
Mother was not impressed.
To this day, 50 years later, there is thick scar tissue running down my hand keeping my little finger in a permanent curl.
Plus side is I can do awesome party tricks with it, if I put my hand palm down hard on a table and force the little finger straight, when you push down on the knuckle the little finger fires like a trigger mechanism.
Silver linings and all
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