I had a typical american upbringing. I learned about dog poo at the age of three when I rolled down a hill in our yard that was littered with dog poo.

I fell out of two trees between the ages of 4 and 14, leaving me with a 3″ scar on my right side and an everlasting fear of heights.

at the age of 14 I was racing my brothers down a hill and fell and some how landed on a stick so that one end jammed itself hard enough against my collar bone that I still can feel the spot where the bone chip is still missing

I learned that diving head first into the 3′ end of the swimming pool is not a good idea. I also learned that head wounds bleed–alot.

Getting hit in the head by a bag full of baseball bats also can give you a headache

don’t get me started on matches and fires

I did ok with knives tho’. I only have two scars from knives.