Um, growing up, I actually had tons of accidents happening to me. And I had lots of friends whom I can play with [i]piko, bang-sak, bente-uno, patintero, etc.[/i] all day outside. I'm pretty much of a really active kid back in the days. I dunno what happened to me now. Anyway, the first real accident that really traumatized me happened back in QC. I was playing [i]tag[/i] or [i]habul-habulan[/i] with my friend and her two sisters when I absent-mindedly rested my right middle finger in the middle of that open space between the gate and the one supporting it. The gate was widely opened that time, [i](gah, my stomach always feel weird whenever I talk about this.)[/i] when suddenly, my friend's little sister deliberately pushed close that big red stupid gate. My finger was really jammed. I was rushed into a clinic immediately, and eventually the doctor decided to remove and cut that upper part of my middle finger. The treatment lasted for three months, and I always had a gauze wrapped around my finger the entire time. I also had to wear that arm-support thing to prevent me from bumping my finger. I hated it! I was like being punished early for ever raising my middle finger in the future. [spoiler]Good thing there was a small piece of nail left in my finger so eventually, it growed back. But my right middle finger was never the same again. It's almost as the same size as my ring finger. [i]Imagine having two finger next to each other almost with the same height! Awful, really. [/i][/spoiler]