Well Winona's heart stopping experience yesterday got me thinking about all the dumb stuff I did as a kid to end up in the emergency room. It also brought to mind all the things my friends did as kids to end up there as well. We all compare scars from time to time and thank God can laugh about it now as Winona's daughter will someday too. I'll start: My brother and I were out on the lawn playing "circus". My bro was lying on his back with his feet in the air. I would sit on his feet and he would propel me through the air as far as he could. This went on about 5 or 6 times at moderate distances of flight. The seventh time, he really put his Wheaties into it and I flew at least 10 feet. I remember the wind hitting my face and thinking "this is so cool" but then I landed on my left wrist and well, I think you know the rest. Had a cast on for 2 months I fractured it so bad! okay now your turn.