I've not broken a single bone my entire life, except my skull.

1. Age 3: My brothers dropped an airgun from the roof of a fort on stilts onto my head in which led to me running around the back yard with blood spurting from my head like chicken on Sunday morning. Stitches on that one. Not sure how many.

2. Age 10 - Rock fight! Alot of bleeding from the head, but I don't think my skull was in too bad of shape.

3. Age 21 - On a tab, my friends decided to lock me in my room for my own protection, but instead I decided to escape out of my bedroom window, which didn't lead outside directly. It lead to the basement stairs. I got out to the basement stairs ok, but the door to go outside from there opened into the stairs and my friends came around to stop me from escape. Well, the door opened and I went backwards down the stairs on my back and through 5 pane glass windows which were laid against the wall at the bottom of the steps. I remember lying there looking up at a silhouette at the top of the stairs that said, "Is he dead?" I'm pretty sure I wasn't.

4. Age 26 - Clay told me the damn rope swing was safe and that they used to swing on it all last summer. I grabbed the broom stick through the knot on the rope and swung over the very large chasm only to hear "snap". Next thing I remember was what seemed like an hour long ride down the hill on my back using my head as a battering ram to clear the path. I climbed back up the hill afterwards with bloody head and face and was offered a fifth of scotch by loving brother Clay, not to tell his wife. I accepted.

All in all though, I think I'm just fine.