One time when I was 18 or so and had drank way more than I should’ve for it being the middle of the afternoon, I climbed way up this tree in my sister’s backyard, and then fell down the tree. Not out of it but down it. Like a fireman-pole-slide gone horribly wrong.
I have two visible scars, faint ones but visible none the less. I was like a regular Bear Grylls. Or something.