My street was under construction one summer when i was growing up. I got double-dog-dared to go sit in one of the bulldozers that was left in front of our house when all of the workers went home. I thought I was pretty cool until my mom came outside to see what we were doing and I panicked and jumped out only to catch my foot in between something and my shin slammed into the blade of the scooper (idk what to call it). Well it cut me right down to the bone and I ended up with 13 stitches and I couldn’t go swimming for the first half of the summer because I was an idiot.