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Once biked full-pelt into a climbing frame with the intent of grabbing this bar across the middle and allowing my bike to carry on, a bit like Indiana Jones did with his horse (my inspiration). Anyway, I missed the bar, feeling it skim the top of my knuckle and veer towards my face in slow motion, smashing me straight in the nose.
I still live today with the reminder of a crooked, broken nose, blood everywhere and my mum saying "come on son, you'll be fine, just eat your dinner as I have to go out. And stop crying!"