When I was around 8, a neighborhood kid was swinging around a light pole, just a plain metal pole but it had the wirenut box attached to the side about a foot from the ground, which he was standing on while spinning.
His foot slipped, the corner of this box ripped his ankle open, cut right up from the top of the shoe about 6 inches into his lower calf/ankle.
He screamed and ran home, blood pouring everywhere. Saw him a few days later with massive stitches and bruising all over his leg. Wasn’t as bad as it looked, but fuck me it still makes me wince thinking of my ankle being sliced by a dull metal corner by weight and gravity alone.
I didn’t see it happen but my Dad, a local rugby legend in his youth, decided to play again in his 40s. Him and another guy jumped for the ball at the same time and my Dad’s eye socket collided with the other guy’s head. It looked like he’d replaced his eye with a purple tennis ball for about a month.
Lot of rugby accidents in here