Lifts. Oh god, lifts, they terrify me. Or, more accurately, any form of automatic sliding doors. I got my ankle trapped in a bus door in Paris when I was very small. And the bus started to drive off. With me still outside said bus.
Omg, I bet I can win the Retarded Phobia Reason award. I can't turn cartwheels or do handstands - I always freak out at the last second and pull out. When I was small, a wardrobe fell on me. I, obviously (but stupidly), raised my hands to shield myself.
Never broke anything except my head. Scar that I've never seen, somewhere under the hair- mum used to delight in showing my friends. Maybe one day we can get her to show you, when she acknowledges your existence. >.<
I so want to tell her that I'm happy and in love and DUDE FIRST ROSE OMG. *sigh* Baby steps.
I'm going to barge into your family home one day whilst you're all having dinner and demand to see the scar. And I shall placate the mother by being Terribly Charming. I can actually do that, sometimes, believe it or not. I dunno what it is - people's parents just love me.
No, really. That is an exact transcript. Even I find it hilarious - you're allowed to.
I just wish I could remember why the wardrobe fell on me in the first place. Or why they thought it would be a good idea, after finally managing to lift it off me, to wait for a coupla hours before taking me to the hospital.
Admittedly, my memories of that time are a little blurry. I remember being stuck under it, and I remember my grandmother reading me 'The Ugly Duckling' whilst waiting to see if the pain would go away. No hospital memories, nothing.
It's probably good you don't remember much. A heavy piano bench (golly, nothing like a wardrobe, thank goodness) fell on my legs when I was three, and I still remember that they wouldn't let my mom or dad into the x-ray room with me, even though my dad's a nurse, and I screamed blue murder.
Fortunately most of my childhood mishaps were much more comic than tragic. The Laundry Basket Incident -- being the reason I no longer have that little piece of skin that connects your upper lip to your gum -- springs to mind. Classic. :D
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Date: 2004-11-16 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-16 05:31 pm (UTC)*wears badge
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Date: 2004-11-16 05:35 pm (UTC)We're a right pair. *g*
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Date: 2004-11-16 05:41 pm (UTC)Both Of Sophie's Wrists: *SNAP*
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Date: 2004-11-16 05:52 pm (UTC)Christ on a BIKE.
See, that's a really GOOD reason for a phobia. *hugs tight* Holy *shit*.
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Date: 2004-11-16 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-16 06:00 pm (UTC)I so want to tell her that I'm happy and in love and DUDE FIRST ROSE OMG. *sigh* Baby steps.
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-16 06:18 pm (UTC)...I didn't say that. I am not a sap.
*facepalms*
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:26 pm (UTC)OH GOD SO FUNNY
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:38 pm (UTC):-*
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-16 05:59 pm (UTC)Mini-Sophie: *shakily* 'Mooooom?'
Mum: *from downstairs* 'Whaa-aat?'
Mini-Sophie: 'Heeeelp...'
Mum: 'Whyyy-yy?'
Mini-Sophie: 'I'm stuck unner the waaardrooobe.'
Mum: '...What?'
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-16 06:22 pm (UTC)I just wish I could remember why the wardrobe fell on me in the first place. Or why they thought it would be a good idea, after finally managing to lift it off me, to wait for a coupla hours before taking me to the hospital.
Admittedly, my memories of that time are a little blurry. I remember being stuck under it, and I remember my grandmother reading me 'The Ugly Duckling' whilst waiting to see if the pain would go away. No hospital memories, nothing.
Must've been the drugs.
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:30 pm (UTC)It's probably good you don't remember much. A heavy piano bench (golly, nothing like a wardrobe, thank goodness) fell on my legs when I was three, and I still remember that they wouldn't let my mom or dad into the x-ray room with me, even though my dad's a nurse, and I screamed blue murder.
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:34 pm (UTC)*clings to you in an emo fashion*
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:42 pm (UTC)Fortunately most of my childhood mishaps were much more comic than tragic. The Laundry Basket Incident -- being the reason I no longer have that little piece of skin that connects your upper lip to your gum -- springs to mind. Classic. :D