Yeah, I know what you mean. Coming home from school one cold day, I had
both hands in my coat pocket and tripped and fell. Not only could I not
break my fall, my hands were trapped and I couldn't get up. To this day, I
do not walk with both hands in my pocket.

Bobby

>yea there sure is a lot of blood>  i was more traumatized by my mom"s endless
>screaming than the actual cut<  i hit my head on the edge of a child"s table
>when i bent over to pick up a play knife>  i was seven yrs old then>  and
>blood squirted everywhere> no (!! back then so the neighbor drove us down the
>block to our gp who sewed me up>  to this day i"m always careful when i bend
>over a table>
>
>mag