Well, being the over-active adolescent I was, I could probably fill a few pages, the usual stitches, broken bones and such, but the worst accident still makes me hurt thinking about it.
Fourth of July(you know where this is going, don't you?
), standing out in the back yard with parents and friends(showing off). Well, I thought it would be fun to hold on to the 8-ball roman candles and shoot them around the yard. Did it with about 9 of them. On the 10th one, I lit it, held it out, and all 8 balls promptly exited at once. It basically went off like a shotgun, shot out the back of my hand and hit me in the groin. Now, being that it went off with such force, I only felt the impact of it against the family jewels. Not so bad, I'd been kicked worse there!
Then I noticed, or failed to notice my hand. I couldn't feel it or see it. My mother said she saw me turn a glowing white in the dark back yard. I ran into the house to find, somewhat to my relief, my hand was still there, minus alot of skin from the last 3 fingers. Since fireworks are illegal in my state, I decided the hospital was out, so I did a little triage on it myself, bandaged it up and thought I got away lucky. Then feeling started coming back. Worst part was, 2 days later, I was off to Tank Crewman school with the Army. Not much you can do around a 55 ton behemouth without inflicting a LOT of pain. Moral of the story...listen to your elders when they tell you not to screw around with fireworks!
I still do, but it's light-and-run anymore!