Lol reminds me of when I was 8 or so and wandered into an area in the neighborhood where they were renovating a clubhouse deck and stepped on an area of thin exposed plywood. It gave way and I fell through the ceiling of the pool showers below. On the way down I hit my chin on the deck which drove my front teeth through my tongue. I lost consciousness briefly when I hit the ground, and when I came to, the ground around me was covered in blood. Tongues bleed a lot, it turns out.
The actual shower stalls had been bolted shut during the renovating, so I initially just sat in my pile of wood splinters, fragmented tile, and blood trying to wrap my 8-year-old mind around what the fuck had just happened to me. I eventually managed to climb the shower stall door and squeeze through the gap at the top.
There were a few more hurdles before I ultimately made it out of that place, but long story short, I came home to my mom who was occupied with something work related. I was having a hard time articulating the ordeal I had just been through, and my mom was irritated with the interruption so ushered me into my room so she could work uninterrupted.
I was flabbergasted that my mom, who normally went full helicopter-parent at the mention of trampolines and sugary cereal, had picked this moment to be dismissive. I ended up writing an essay about it in elementary school and it caused a lot of fuss haha
NewMoney_OldSport on April 18th, 2020 at 04:03 UTC »
My mom did the snap and point. Universal sign of "get the fuck out of here before I punt you out of here".
say592 on April 18th, 2020 at 04:03 UTC »
My brother bit through his tongue and my mom wouldn't let him in the house because she didn't want him to bleed on the carpet.
He got to eat a box worth of red popsicles. Our relationship has been stained since.
QuidProQuo_Clarice on April 18th, 2020 at 07:05 UTC »
Lol reminds me of when I was 8 or so and wandered into an area in the neighborhood where they were renovating a clubhouse deck and stepped on an area of thin exposed plywood. It gave way and I fell through the ceiling of the pool showers below. On the way down I hit my chin on the deck which drove my front teeth through my tongue. I lost consciousness briefly when I hit the ground, and when I came to, the ground around me was covered in blood. Tongues bleed a lot, it turns out.
The actual shower stalls had been bolted shut during the renovating, so I initially just sat in my pile of wood splinters, fragmented tile, and blood trying to wrap my 8-year-old mind around what the fuck had just happened to me. I eventually managed to climb the shower stall door and squeeze through the gap at the top.
There were a few more hurdles before I ultimately made it out of that place, but long story short, I came home to my mom who was occupied with something work related. I was having a hard time articulating the ordeal I had just been through, and my mom was irritated with the interruption so ushered me into my room so she could work uninterrupted.
I was flabbergasted that my mom, who normally went full helicopter-parent at the mention of trampolines and sugary cereal, had picked this moment to be dismissive. I ended up writing an essay about it in elementary school and it caused a lot of fuss haha