When I was around 7 years old, I started playing with a children's garden rake while on a swing. The rake was made to be like a real one, just child-sized, so it had a metal rake head and wooden handle. As I was swinging back and forth, I was pushing the mulch under the swing with the rake. On a forward swing, the rake dug into the ground and stuck, driving the handle right into my ground and tearing my scrotum.
Cue awkward doctor's visit and then awkward day at school the next day when I had to explain why I couldn't participate in the annual walk from the elementary school to the local community college for activities. I had to sit silently all day by myself with the teacher in my classroom and keep myself occupied.
When I was around 7 years old, I started playing with a children's garden rake while on a swing. The rake was made to be like a real one, just child-sized, so it had a metal rake head and wooden handle. As I was swinging back and forth, I was pushing the mulch under the swing with the rake. On a forward swing, the rake dug into the ground and stuck, driving the handle right into my ground and tearing my scrotum.
Cue awkward doctor's visit and then awkward day at school the next day when I had to explain why I couldn't participate in the annual walk from the elementary school to the local community college for activities. I had to sit silently all day by myself with the teacher in my classroom and keep myself occupied.