Also, I don't have pics, but when I was in high school, a buddy of mine and I went to play a prank on one of our friend-girls. She was home alone one night and called me because she was spooked to be alone in her parents house (if you ask me, it was just a rouse to get me to come over and be with her... she wanted to date me but I wasn't interested). So my buddy and I went to play some tricks on her. Her house backed up to this really steep hill... we were going to climb up the hill and bang on her windows or something... really freak her out. Well, we're almost to the top of this hill (probably 150-200 feet up from the street) and she lets her rottweiler out. He's barking up a storm and we tear back down the hill as fast as we can. Keep in mind this is at night, and on private property, so there were no lights. Anyway, I'm booking it down this hill when I think I see the street at the bottom of the hill. I take a jump thinking that I'm going to land on the street, but the street was actually about 10 feet lower than I thought it was. I land directly on my right knee and shin. I tore up the entire front half of my lower right leg. It hurt like nobody's business and took like 5 months to heal. I didn't get stitches because I was afraid to tell my mom about it and just wore pants, letting it heal on it's own. The scar is pretty much gone, but my hair no longer grows on certain areas of my lower leg... kinda funny.
