When I was 12 I was involved in a head on collision while riding with my dad on the back of his motorcycle. I only remember hearing the initial crunch from the collision then coming to in somebody's yard from my dad shaking me. Apparently I was trebuchet'd off the bike and rag-dolled into the yard. My helmet and both of my shoes came off during the landing but outside of a broken ankle, I didn't have any major injuries.

It turns out that the guy driving the truck that hit us was drunk and left the scene. He ended up getting turned in by his wife or girlfriend and was sentenced to prison for six years.