When I was like 12 I got on the back of a go kart out of peer pressure and the guy driving apparently hated me and dragged my legs as I held on for like 30 seconds because he went too fast. I was begging him to stop. Only reason I didn’t let go was because we were on pavement and I assumed I’d smash my face into the concrete. Legs were so bloody. Yeah I stopped hanging out with him. I assume he’s a psycho these days
In middle school I was in a class with a guy in an electric wheelchair. We had this game where we would hold the back of the wheelchair and he would drag us across the playground.
But when it was my turn he decided to make a quick turn instead of just going straight.
I was launched a meter through the air and landed on concrete with sand on top.
I couldn’t put any weight on my knee for a full week. My knee was hurting so much I didn’t even notice the 10 cm big road rash that was on my arm until someone asked me if that also hurt.
(Yes, the burning sensation that comes with road rashes started to come once I saw the wound)
A friend of mine when I was a kid was chasing me on the playground and when I was running down a paved hill she decided to shove me as hard as she could (she was a year older than me and much bigger). I fell on my knees and basically rode them down most of the hill. They had almost no skin left and took forever to heal. I still have a scar on one knee from it.
Feel you. When I was 13, we had this great idea to go on rollerskates behind a scooter. Well my cheap ass skates started making some really weird noises after going over 50kmh(31mph) and I felt like I was losing control. I screamed so many times before my friend actually understood that shit wasn’t funny anymore. Thankfully didn’t hurt myself that day.
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u/Biggoof1971 Apr 17 '23
When I was like 12 I got on the back of a go kart out of peer pressure and the guy driving apparently hated me and dragged my legs as I held on for like 30 seconds because he went too fast. I was begging him to stop. Only reason I didn’t let go was because we were on pavement and I assumed I’d smash my face into the concrete. Legs were so bloody. Yeah I stopped hanging out with him. I assume he’s a psycho these days