When I was 8, my family was in California visiting my grandparents. There was a playground close to their house, and my brother and I were over there playing, with some other kids, one Saturday afternoon.
My brother was passing time by piling sand on the down side of a heavy, metal see-saw, then going to the other side, pushing down hard, and making the sand fly.
Yours truly had the grace and wits to stand next to the side flying up into the air, I turned my head, and it smacked into my mouth. F*ck! Since it was Saturday, we had to call a dentist in from home to fix me up. Over the years I've had numerous falsies on my front "teeth."
But I've never broken a bone. How cool is that?