Random Photo- My bike wreck

Here's a beauty! This was taken shortly after I flipped over the handlebars on my bike and skidded on my face. Did a good job, didn't I? I remember riding down my street using no hands; the next thing I know, I'm in a doctor's office with someone stitching the inside of my lip! Apparently, I was functioning and went to find help myself, but don't recall any of it. For several days, I could only drink through a straw- no solid food. Don't know why, but for some reason the majority of my memorable injuries have afflicted my face. Must be that my brain is so heavy... Anyway, the most infamous of these injuries is when I broke my nose slipping on the ice; then there is the time I fell from a climber at the school playground and put my two front teeth completely through my front lip; and the earliest injury was when I fell down my aunt's wood stairs and ended up with a dead (black) tooth. The only other injury I've had was a broken arm, so I actually consider myself rather lucky- some people can rattle off pages of childhood injuries, after all. As I am sitting here typing, my mind is being flooded with memories associated with these injuries- how the neighbor swears he wanted to help me after slipping on the ice but he was laughing too hard and then I was dragged to the store with my broken nose. Or the fact that when my teeth went through my lip, I cupped my hands under my chin as I walked to the nurse's office and my hands completely filled with blood. Twice. And then my friends made up stories so they could go to the nurse's office to see how I was doing.