McDuck 0 #1 October 31, 2003 Okay, so I have some time on my hands here at work, as my increased presence here suggests, so I thought I'd share my humble beginnings. Okay, just one story, or readers of this thread will be comatose. Aside from jumping from buildings at a very young age, dropping from trees and landing on my head more times than I can remember, one episode looms larger than the rest. Larger, even, than the time I split my head open on my grandfather's shoe when I tripped walking behind him and his heel impacted my head. Here's the synopsis: Fascinated with heights and defying gravity, I decided to lure my brother into a scheme that I thought would put me on a par with Harry Houdini. We went into the garage and set up a stack of junk, Looney-Tunes style, topping it with a chair. We tied a rope to the back of the chair, looped it over one of the beams in the peaked-roof garage then tied it to the back of the chair. I would then climb into the chair, have my hands tied behind me by my brother and he would proceed to remove the haphazardly stacked junk from underneath me, letting the chair swing free. My job, then, was to untie my hands, untie the rope from the front of the chair and hand-walk myself in the chair to the ground. We had successfully repeated this ludicrous stunt several times before my mother, a deputy sheriff for our county, caught us at it on her way to night shift and vowed to disassemble us herself if we ever did anything that stupid ever again. Then she left for work. The last thing I remember, before waking up in ICU, was watching "Love Boat" on television. Apparently, my brother and I decided that one more try, while mother was away at work, wouldn't hurt. Realistically, it was likely that I decided to continue our insanity and coerced my five years younger brother into assisting me. Regardless, I'm told that what happened was, we forgot to tie the rope to the front of the chair, a crucial step, and when the pile of junk was pushed out from under me, the chair flipped over backward and I dropped 15 feet, head-first, onto solid concrete. Reportedly, I screamed like no human ever screamed before and evacuated all of my bodily waste immediately, for once, unintentionally. Upon waking up in ICU and piecing the story together from visiting family and tireless-seeming nurses, I began playing pranks on the ICU nurses, such as removing my EEG monitors to flat line, then sticking them together to make a crazy pattern on the central monitors, then quickly replacing them when the nurses ran to check on me. I also quickly learned the fine art of using the alert button and turning off the indicator light so the nurses couldn't tell who had buzzed. I was not popular in ICU. The nurses paid me back by putting me across from a howling maniac-child when I was moved out of ICU. I think I got about 3 hours of sleep each night. Anyway, the only thing this even taught me was that I was pretty hard-headed, which most people who knew/know me can attest to, and that I really needed to seek professional assistance before attempting anything that insane ever again. So, thanks to my AFF instructors for teaching me what I needed to know when I started this sport so that I have all the tools I need to perform safely. How about YOU? Any crazy-child stories? Kevin - Sonic Beef #5 - OrFun #28 "I never take myself too seriously, 'cuz everybody know fat birds don't fly." - FLC Online communities: proof that people never mature much past high school. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
hooked 0 #2 October 31, 2003 Geesh! I'm glad my boys weren't like you! I never would have survived the stress! J -------------------------------------- Sometimes we're just being Humans.....But we're always Human Beings. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
McDuck 0 #3 October 31, 2003 Well, let's just say that between being a cop and her two kids, my mother used lots of hair coloring products. Kevin - Sonic Beef #5 - OrFun #28 "I never take myself too seriously, 'cuz everybody know fat birds don't fly." - FLC Online communities: proof that people never mature much past high school. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
