Not much Karma but will share some good times...

Once when I was like 10 I was doing back flips off my grandma's diving board into the pool and didnt jump back far enough...IE landing my face on the edge of the board scraping skin off.

When I was in the third grade tried to skateboard down a slide and jump off and land on a pogostick and automatically get a huge jump off the pogo. Well made it down the slide jumped off the board and got on the pogo stick in mid air (i was holding it). Then when I hit the ground the pogo absorbed shock and bounced back up to hitting my lip and making my two front teeth split 2 clean holes through my lip.

Was riding home from a friends house once and this crazy big ass dog (I was like 12) cam flying down the street and ripped my bro off his bike (he was like 9) so I jumped off mine and kicked the dog ( a fully grown wolf/chow mix) and my bro and friend ran while the dog tore me to peices. It ended with me sumersaulting over someones fence and taking cover in their back yard. Still have scars, one on wrist, one on palm, 3 on outer left theigh, one very deep one int right inner calf muscle. Pics of the wounds a few days after on request if I can find them.

When I was about 11 cracked my wrist from elbow down to wrist doing a "360" with some sort of grab on a table top ramp my dad had built me. I was on inlines and didnt go to the hospital for 2 days. My moms said that if I could move my fingers I was alright. I sat there and moved all 5 fingers while in serious pain. The when I went to the hospital on the 3rd day of it being broken they said that they dont put cast's on there. So one the 4th day of having no cast or anything I went to the huston clinic (SP) and they casted it for me.

When I was 15 made a 4 foot tall quater pipe ramp and went off it on my bike getting about 12 feet of air and landed it. 2nd time I didnt make it and bailed off after landing and ripped my skin up pretty good.

In the 7th grade we had a trampoline and I took it and moved it close to the house. I ran from the top of the house and jumped about mid way (20 feet minimum) and went over half of the roof almost hit the gutter and then once I already dropped a good 5 feet and almost hit the gutter I still had another 12 foot until I hit trampoline. When I finally landed the trampoline collapsed and I landed on a cinder block (i placed it there to keep the thing from moving when I hit it at an angle).


Thats all I can think of now but I guarantee there is more. My dad got me doing stuff by telling me "Its not fun unless you get hurt" which really got me doing alot of things. He told me that to get me to do things that were easy as pie I was just afraid of them. Because I would be afraid to do something I would think of that and be like "well to have fun there is some danger involved so if im going to do it I might as well go all out and have the most fun I can (while still maintaining a level of sanity and safety)". I also would go by the "go big or go home" saying. Which is technically like if you were to go rent a new mustang cobra. Would you JUST drive it to and from where you needed to go just because there is no need for anything else. Or would you REALLY drive it because it would be fun as hell. Its kinda like that