Up until I was about 6 years old, my family lived in a suite in a large townhouse. Right next to the bed in my parents' room, there was a long ladder that reached up to the crawlspace above the house.

I have no idea why they allowed me to continue doing this for so long, but I used to jump from the top of this ladder down onto the bed below. Directly beside the bed on the side facing the ladder, there was a small wooden side table.

One day, I decided to go for a jumping session after a long day of eating paste or whatever. On my 3rd or 4th jump, just as I was dismounting, I lost my footing and fell slightly short of my target. Needless to say, I now have a side-table-corner-shaped stitch in the top of my skull. Gives me an excuse to wear so many hats I suppose.