When I was 8 I took my bike down this MASSIVE turning hill with a monster speedbump at the end. I normally go around the very edge of the speedbump, that little 5 or 6 inches between the curb and the bump, but someone else had parked a car in that spot this time, so I was hitting the front brake to slow down so the speedbump wouldn't give me too much air, and I hit the brake just hard enough, at just the right time, that the front wheel locked up, AND didn't slide because the bump caught it, and I flew over the handlebars about 11 feet into the air about 18 feet forward, and lost all the skin on the outside of my left arm and left leg. Luckily, I was wearing a helmet that cracked in half (prolly saved my skull) and the thick winter clothes I was wearing, only made the skin on my elbow cut in deep anough to scar, but seriously, my left half looked like one of those weeping walls, only with blood.

In 5th grad math, I was chewing on a pencil, and I feel alseep to the lesson, and woke up with the pencil embedded about 3/4 an inch under the skin in between my lower teeth and cheek. Blood was pouring out of my mouth when I pulled out the pencil, and the lead broke off and had to be surgically removed.