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When I was about 12 or 13, me and some friends went on a camping trip, just far enough away from home to make it exciting. The deal was that the guys have one tent, the girls another... of course, as soon as it gets dark, us guys head across to the girls tent to start freaking them out... unfortunately they were ready for us and came out their tent brandishing various weapons (pots and pans, sticks, REAL scary stuff!) and chased us across the "open" field.
I say "open", because unbeknown to me, there was a single thin gauge wire across the field, at about thigh height, as some kind of divider. As a pretty good runner, I hit that thing at full pelt a little before the other guys, all they saw was me suddenly turn end over end in front of them.
Damn wire didnt even cut my jeans, but I hit it with enough force that it cut both my thigh muscles like a cheese wire.
Yes it hurt.
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George Bernard Shaw
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