Reliving my childhood?

[beetiger]

Yesterday, on the way back to the car after a fun afternoon ogling snakes with latzoni and kenazf, while crossing a large, traffickish, highwaysome sort of a street with projectmothra, I tripped on nothing-in-particular, sending my shoes flying into the crosswalk, and bringing my son, who was tightly holding my hand as requested, down with me. I managed to get us both back on to the sidewalk and collect my shoes before the light changed, so all was well. He wasn't hurt at all, but I ended up skinning my knee.

I don't think I've had this injury in particular since my age had double digits. And you know what? It hurts. A bunch. More than I would think, considering. I'm not whining about it, really -- it's just a dull stingy sort of thing -- but it's been around 18 hours since I did it, and I didin't expect it to still be commanding attention.

Pretty snakes, though. I am coveting a Columbian boa again.

Comments

[juliansinger.livejournal.com]

I remember vividly one time when I fell off my bike. I got a deep, clean, cut, and a long scrape on my knee.

The cut? Did not hurt at all. The scrape? Fuckin' OW, man.

(This was when I was much younger. So the language would have been different. But the sentiment wasn't!)

[parisgreen.livejournal.com]

I tripped on a sidewalk early this spring and did a full face-plant. The face/jaw stuff hurt the most, but the scraped knee took the longest to heal. You can still see a discoloration there.

[rowyn]

I tripped over nothing-in-particular three, four years ago, and managed to scrape up large parts of me. In gravel. I sympathize. :(