One time, I was racing this kid on my bike(I was like 8 years old), and I was peddling as fast as I could, so I looked down at my feet to see how fast they were going, and just stared at them for the longest time.  Well, for some reason, I crashed into a parked truck.
When I was about 5/6, my sister and I would jump off our flight of 8 or so stairs to the basement on to huge pillow cushions.(Split level house, like 1 floor in between 2 other floors)  Anyways, so I decided to jump as high and as far as I could.  Well, I did jump that far, but my head hit the corner of where the cieling of the basement met the wall of the room at the top of the stairs.  I got 6 stiches.
When I was around 4/5 y/o, I was still on training wheels on my bike.  I went to my grandparent's house, and the training wheels weren't on.  This kid about a year older than me wanted me to bike with him, so I tried to bike without training wheels and I got one stich.
I pushed my siter off a chair and she broke three fingers.  She still won't let me forget about it.
I can't rmember anymore, but there are a lot.
I don't deny there are bad things in the US right now, hell, 51% of the country to be exact. But god damnit, our country being fat is NOT a problem. I do't give a shit how fat people are. hell, fat kids are harder to kidnap, that means our country is safer.
-Melvs