Just hop around until you stub the other one
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That sounds rather frightening and uncomfortable. My condolences.
I was trying to catch a super bouncy ball in an inverted traffic cone and tripped on a drainage device on the edge of my driveway, then my brother did the same and landed on my arm.
Whether it was broken before or after he landed on it depends on whether you ask him or me.
Inverted... traffic cone? Like you pushed it inside out?
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Inverted... traffic cone? Like you pushed it inside out?
No, I just held it by the narrow end so that the bottom - the wider end - was pointed upward. It was the last day of school and I had come up with a game to celebrate.
The game was, my two brothers and I would stand in a triangle holding traffic cones like this. Holding them upside down exposed the hollow interior.
Our dad would stand in the middle of the triangle and throw a super bouncy ball like this as hard as he could against the driveway so that it would rise far into the air as he got out of the way.
As soon as he was out of the way, my brothers and I would run around with our upside-down traffic cones, trying to catch the ball in their hollow interiors.
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No, I just held it by the narrow end so that the bottom - the wider end - was pointed upward. It was the last day of school and I had come up with a game to celebrate.
The game was, my two brothers and I would stand in a triangle holding traffic cones like this. Holding them upside down exposed the hollow interior.
Our dad would stand in the middle of the triangle and throw a super bouncy ball like this as hard as he could against the driveway so that it would rise far into the air as he got out of the way.
As soon as he was out of the way, my brothers and I would run around with our upside-down traffic cones, trying to catch the ball in their hollow interiors.
Sounds like a real good time honestly. Socks it ended in a broken bone, but that's kids I suppose.
Mines a bad memory, my mother thought I was faking it and ignored me, my dad had to take me to the doctor two days later when it was his turn for custody. My mom was called many a bad names that day lol.
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Sounds like a real good time honestly. Socks it ended in a broken bone, but that's kids I suppose.
Mines a bad memory, my mother thought I was faking it and ignored me, my dad had to take me to the doctor two days later when it was his turn for custody. My mom was called many a bad names that day lol.
Holy crap, two days with a broken bone? Mine was very visibly broken - wobbly with a U shape in the middle. I'm glad I didn't have to endure that for two days; I'm sorry you did.
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Holy crap, two days with a broken bone? Mine was very visibly broken - wobbly with a U shape in the middle. I'm glad I didn't have to endure that for two days; I'm sorry you did.
It was going on 30 years ago for me, it's nothing but a memory now. Though, did teach me not to trust my mom which has helped me through life sadly. There's always a lesson to learn from everything. Such as don't pretend to sleep on cisterns.
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It was going on 30 years ago for me, it's nothing but a memory now. Though, did teach me not to trust my mom which has helped me through life sadly. There's always a lesson to learn from everything. Such as don't pretend to sleep on cisterns.
Same for the first - perhaps our breakages were in a similar timeframe.
Re: the last, this is wisdom you should be sure to pass on to others.
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Same for the first - perhaps our breakages were in a similar timeframe.
Re: the last, this is wisdom you should be sure to pass on to others.
The real question is how to get others to listen, thats the tricky part.
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What I find interesting is that moment when you can tell it will hurt but it hasn’t been processed by your brain yet.
And then you get to find out just how much it’s gonna hurt.
Lol yeah your brain gives you just enough time to be like "aww fuck here it coommmmmeeesss"
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Really good game though!
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The beast that shouted LOVE at the heart of the world!
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God that book (short story? Novelette?) was dark.
