I was hit by a car.
Do I have your attention now? More on that later.
Let's see... When I was about, I guess, Preschool age, maybe younger, I was climbing on the back of my father's Le Car (a very small vehicle. Smaller than a VW Beetle. May dad got it because if it broke down, he could carry it.) and I fell off and hit my head. I remember being in the living room not long after with my mom applying a towel to my head. She told me I had cracked my head over, and I asked, "Like an earthquake?" Apparently, no one else remembers that part.
Then, somewhere in Elementary School, probably third grade, I was playing third base in a game of kickball when the ball hit me square between the eyes. I remember my eyes closing and something akin to willing myself to remain upright, but I toppled backwards and hit my head anyway.
This next one wasn't really an accident. In my Freshman year of high school, we were doing sprints in PE. I noticed that, while sprinting, my body seemed pretty close to the ground. So, using a trick I learned in middle school, I tucked under and rolled onto my back. Apparently, people were very concerned until I gave a thumbs-up.
Then, in college a couple years ago, I was in a beginning dance class when the teacher had us get in a circle, hold hands, and start jaunting around. So I jaunted one way, then I jaunted the other, then jaunted the first way. That's about when I fell to the ground, clutching my knee. I'm pretty sure I heard a pop. Since I didn't have any medical insurance, I opted to call an ambulance since they were free. Since I wasn't bleeding or broken or dieing or anything, the paramedics weren't really trained to handle my knee. So I called my dad and tried to explain to him where the class room was ("It's at the gym. It's not really in the gym, but it's this room to the side of the gym or something.") when the teacher took the phone back and told him how to get to the college, which was pointless because he was a bus driver and knew exactly where the college was. He took me to the doctor, and he said I had sprained my knee, so I had to walk on crutches for a while. I had also torn my meniscus (the pad behind the kneecap) which would've cost a bundle to fix had the doctor not said that I wouldn't even notice it in any way, shape or form.
Another time, I was in my room when this metal folding chair fell over. I caught it, but in the process my thumbnail was bent back so far half of it tore away from the skin. I was able bandage it, and it healed back on, leaving a white mark across its width.
And now, the car.
I was walking home from my figure drawing class in college, and there was this one street (an off-ramp, really) with a crossing light. As the light gave me the "Go" sign, a car was slowing down as it pulled off the highway and up to the crosswalk. I stepped into the street assuming the car was going to stop and not paying it any attention whatsoever.
It didn't.
The car bumped into my shins, but it wasn't going fast enough to knock me down or anything. Again, assuming it was stopping, I backed up. Then it hit me in the shins again. I back up a third time, wondering what the Heck was going on, and it hit me again. It was moving a little faster this time and could've knocked me over had not the driver finally seen me and put on the brakes. I dashed right back to the sidewalk and the driver pulled up along side me and asked if I was okay. I noticed the toddler in his backseat, so I assumed he was quite distracted by it at the time.
I replied, "Well, I've never been hit by a car before, but considering I'm still standing I think I'm okay."
After assuring him that I was just fine, we both went our separate ways. When I told people about it soon after, they'd be all, "Oh my God, are you okay?" and I'd reply, "I'm standing right here, aren't I?" Now that I think about it, they probably meant emotionally rather than physically.