Let's see, there was the time the dog pulled the in-use (AND ON FIRE) charcoal grill over right on top of five-year-old me, that hurt like a bitch.

Then there was the time I broke my collarbone, had two second degree shoulder separations, a sprained knee and a concussion. Marching band. Don't ask.

Or the time I managed to electrocute myself repeatedly, every day for two weeks, while plugging in a fog machine for a show...