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Originally Posted by Not Afraid
When I was about 15, my horse stepped on my big toe while I was out on Cota de Caza camping (it was rural land back then). She turned while on my toe and ripped the toenail off. It was gross.
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OK, I have to chime in now.
I had a Bowling Ball (mine - a Red Pearlised 13 Pounder) roll out of it's bag on the third shelf up (about 6' off the ground) and fall
precisely on my big toe.
They heard me all the way to Alberqueuequeueqeue.
I still have the toenail in my little box of memories as a reminder.
...and my Bowling Ball is now stored on the ground shelf.
