Heh, I started out trying to go all "no one knows these things!" but then things I didn't want extended family reading on Facebook got cut. ^_^
Er, the metal came from the hooks that we used to hold the chain to my swing...that I went on every day. Even after every trip to the eye doctor, I'd get on the swing to mope about why no one could see anything in my eyes because some of it had either washed out or moved around.
The suggestions of what could be causing it were hilarious, though, at first I just needed new glasses, then those glasses must have been wrong, then I was reading too much, then maybe someone hit me, and that one really made me laugh.
It got gross, but I finally managed to get some rusty gunk onto a tissue, took it to the eye doctor and was like, "THIS, this is what I'm talking about!" and he probably saved my eyesight but then like a dope I went back outside and sat on the swing. *ahem* After the hooks broke I figured out where the metal was coming from and we changed to rope. Now it's been 20 years and I fully expect the wood that the rope is around to conk me on the skull one day. -_-
Just writing it out in its shortest form makes it all seem incredibly stupid but I'm not even sure it was the pinnacle of dumb moments in my life. I caused a load of trouble for myself, but I guess it built character (although I think everyone around me really could have done without that much character).
Ah, those were good bumps and cuts. Even that thing my ankles would do when I'd jump off the swing at its highest point was better then. Now my ankles just scream at me at random times during the day and I haven't even jumped off anything. *sigh*
Er, the metal came from the hooks that we used to hold the chain to my swing...that I went on every day. Even after every trip to the eye doctor, I'd get on the swing to mope about why no one could see anything in my eyes because some of it had either washed out or moved around.
The suggestions of what could be causing it were hilarious, though, at first I just needed new glasses, then those glasses must have been wrong, then I was reading too much, then maybe someone hit me, and that one really made me laugh.
It got gross, but I finally managed to get some rusty gunk onto a tissue, took it to the eye doctor and was like, "THIS, this is what I'm talking about!" and he probably saved my eyesight but then like a dope I went back outside and sat on the swing. *ahem* After the hooks broke I figured out where the metal was coming from and we changed to rope. Now it's been 20 years and I fully expect the wood that the rope is around to conk me on the skull one day. -_-
Just writing it out in its shortest form makes it all seem incredibly stupid but I'm not even sure it was the pinnacle of dumb moments in my life. I caused a load of trouble for myself, but I guess it built character (although I think everyone around me really could have done without that much character).
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I had a swingset, too. I must have avoided the metal eyes, somehow. *thinks*
But not the bumps and cuts and, you know, all that.
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Ah, those were good bumps and cuts. Even that thing my ankles would do when I'd jump off the swing at its highest point was better then. Now my ankles just scream at me at random times during the day and I haven't even jumped off anything. *sigh*
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Stuff like that.
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How high was your deck? I suddenly got this image of one of those upper-story deals. I hope the ground underneath it was soft!
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Hmm. I think at least 10 feet high, that deck. :P
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I think the highest I ever managed on purpose was a three-foot retaining wall.
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