Oops. Meant to say garden stake - as in the sticks that you use to keep plants upright.
This was the last of a Series of Unfortunate Events that happened to me at a friend’s house in primary school. His nickname was Skinny. Every time I went to his house I seemed to get injured. This all happened in less than six months.
Walking home from another friend’s house, we thought it was a good idea to start throwing rocks (less than ping pong ball sized) at each other. Friend’s older brother ran ahead, picked up a rock and threw it back. It hit me as I was bending over to pick up a rock to throw at him, split my head open and gave me stitches-in-head #2 for my life. We told the adults I had just slipped over.
Stepped out of my parents’ car in bare feet, directly onto broken glass. Went straight to emergency to get patched up, but no stitches.
Sitting around on the curb the weekend after school sports day and friend’s little sister (age 6?) decided to pick up a block of bitumen and show off the shot put skills she learnt during the week by throwing it over my head. She overestimated her strength and it hit me in the back of the head. Stitches-in-head #3.
Birthday party of friend, playing spotlight. They own a nursery, I was running through the plants in the dark, tripped on a hose and landed neck-first on the stake in one of their plants. Apparently I walked calmly into the house and told the adults that they should probably call my mum.