[calex59]

I vividly remember once hanging upside down from monkey bars and dropping onto concrete directly on my head (now that I think about it, that hit probably explains quite a bit about me).

I did this exact same thing and all the teacher did was to examine my head and say, "looks like you have quite a bump there, young man!" and that was the end of it. We also road in the backs of pickups and in cars without seat belts. Wonder how we made it to adulthood?

[calex59]

Crap, still early I guess. Post #8 road should be rode.

[Ouchthatonehurt]

I remember a cold morning at a particularly nasty first grade game of dodge ball on the asphalt playground when one kid got beamed square in the face. He just lay there, small puddle of blood beneath his face. All the kids were gathered around him. Nothing was said until one kid broke the silence and gave voice to what we were all thinking...”he’s dead.”
In a minute or two a teacher came out with tissue in her hand, cleaned off his face and wadded up some of the tissue and put it in his nose to stop the bleeding. “Bloody nose- easy to get, easy to get rid of” she said, and the kid was back in the game.
Simpler times.