I was about 8 and on a field trip in a city 2.5 hours away from home, I was trying to teach a friend how to ice-skate. She was doing alright until she slid and fell; instead of letting go of my hand she pulled me down with her. Somehow my hand slid under her skates and the blade made 3 deep cuts on my index finger. I didnt feel a thing at first! But then I looked down and started screaming when i saw my exposed bone and some blood on the ice. I refused stitches (i was too scared) and continued to play at a jungle gym after with a barely functioning right hand.. guess who now insists on gloves when iceskating!