I seen the bottom side of my Grandfathers boat trailer as he proceeded to run me over with it when I was about 13.

Cracked my head open, cut my middle finger to the bone twice, broke my little finger off.

Luckily the boat was not on the trailer or it would have crushed me.

Only took two surgeries to get my finger back into operation business.

The rope was wrapped around the post that holds the winch for getting the boat on the trailer, when he took off it just kind of pulled me in front of the trailer just before the trailer struck me. Tire was sitting on my chest when my Grandpa came back to see why I was screaming.

Also almost got killed on the way to the hospital, Dad throws me in the back of the camper and takes off doing about mock eighty to the Hospital. He goes around the first corner and the cupboard doors fly open. Man pots and pans raining down on me everywhere.

Worst thing was they had to cut my coat off to get it off me. Sure miss that coat.

Coolest thing was the nurses and candy stripers in the hospital.