1. My chin. I was 8-ish and got a ride in an ambulance and seven stitches. I cried bloody murder.
2. Multiple iPods. Mostly by coffee. Most recently by blatant overuse.
3. Rules, hearts and promises.
4. My little girl princess canopy bed. (Yes I was jumping on it!)
5. A chair… my brother being the intended target. The chair mostly survived, but things with my brother haven’t been the same since.
6. A couple cars. Sometimes whole important parts of them fell off; others just steamed and hissed at me for mysterious reasons.
7. The copy machine at work. I break it at least once a week. (I am that person.) I try to unjam it before walking away… honest I do!
I was a member of the “Destructive Duo” in college.
I still have a broken finger, I broke it some time after my 18th birthday, but when, no one knows.
Ask me about the boom truck sometime. Or the time my car decided it would be a ballerina.
My leg – skiing – a long time ago! A badge of honor, and, it kept me out of a lot of horrid contact sports!
What sparked this reverie, I wonder.
I bet you did break hearts! 🙂
OMG!
This was funny AND you must have been a wild child!
And of course you’ve now got us all compiling a mental list of things we’ve left in our wake ;-D