It was either when I got a planters wart on the bottom of my foot, which made walking an absolute chore after awhile.
or my beloved story of how a bug flew into my eye while I was riding my bike, which led to my head slamming into the concrete, and skidding like and eraser, shaving the skin off my face like a cheese grater; it also gave me two black eyes. And isn't it wonderful when no one is outside to help you, so after you're done rolling around in the dirt screeching like a banshee for about 5 minutes as your face bleeds out everywhere, you end up just picking yourself up and walking home?