one day, a long long time ago , (as a little 5 year old kid) -->during a cyclone,,, we (my brothers & i) were playing "cowboys & Indians" in our back yard,,, you know, pretend guns & pretend bow-&-arrows etc

anyways,,, i got thinking that see-ing as both my brothers are pretty dumb/stoopid & would NEVER expect to be shot by their little brother standing ontop of the thunder box (outside toilet for those young-uns out there)

Sooo,, i climbed up to the roof,,, shimmy-ed my way to the top & then proudly stood up top shooting my pretend bullets at both my brothers with my pretend gun (stick)

& yes, i got them & they were both dead,,, But they turned around & started shooting me with their pretend bulklets & bows & arrows,,, but i`d allready killed them right???,,, "i got you both" i said,,, & of course they both said "Nah ya didn`t, ya missed us" ,,,well,,, next thing i know the cyclone has piped up a big strong gusty wind blow & whipped me backwards slightly & i start sliding (ski-ing) down the wet, mossy fibro roof "Backwards"

Now it was at this stage i thought to myself that there is a pile of mini engines sitting in a heap, on the ground right beside the toilet & i`m about to fall on them,,, most probably break my feet or ankles or both,,, definaely skewer myself with some nastey rusty old head studs sticking out of the blocks,,,, sooo,,, as i`m still sliding backwards i figure that maybe i could wait till the last minute & when i reach the edge i could maybe jump backwards in an attempt to clear the chicken run fence, & maybe to land in the grass over the other side of the fence & iland nbewtween the fence & the chicken coup,,,, ???

well that`s when i figured that maybe i`d jump too hard & land "ON" the chicken coup & with all sorts of bits of broken wood perspex & such hanging out of that old thing i`d surely stab myself,,,,, sooo it`s then when i realised that i`d better do something cause the edge is getting quite close (mind you all of this happens within a split second) my Mind was racing trying to think of a decent escape plan & i realise that if i don`t jump hard enough i may end up on my back "across" the top of the fence & suddenly pictures of me with a broken back flash before my eyes

then i think that maybe it`s best that i turn around so i can see where i`m jumping yeah???

so,,, guess what,,, i did nothing,,, time ran out,,, i fell ontop of the mini engines, on my back & yes,,, i couldn`t breath,,, i was surely about to die,,, mini head studs sticking through me,,, stuck there unable to move,,, pinned to the engines,,, can`t breath,,, about to have blood P1$$ing out of me from various/numerous puncture wounds,,, surely i`ve punctured a lung or 2,,, great,,, i`m about to die

My brothers come running around the corner laughing there guts out saying "That was sooo cool""" & asking if i`m alright?

well i can`t even breath , let alone say something so i`m trying to , but nothing is comming out,,, they both grab me & start pulling me up,,,, (AAAhhhhhgrrr!!!!) But it wasn`t happening,,, the head studs were stuck hard & deep into my back,,, i still can`t say anything,,,, can`t breath,,,,, the pain from them pulling ,,,well,,,, i can tell you it`s a pretty wild feeling when you """CAN`T""" scream in pain & also made for some pretty nervous moments in my head,,, then they have another go (AAAhhgggrr!!!!!!) & again no sound come out & again i didn`t budge,,, still pinned hard.

finally the 3rd go at it & they gave it all they had,,, & i`m outa there,,, blood P1$$ing everywhere, still can`t speak,,, feeling quite faint at this stage,,, I`m sure i`m about to drop dead,,, they hand me my stick (pretend gun) & all i hear is "common stop mucking around, we have more Indians to shoot"



Now i have the mini head stud pattern imprinted/scared diagonally into/across my back

& no,,, we never told mum & dad,,, they would have killed us

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No offence intended here but--> anyone writing a book about minis 30 years ago may not have experienced such worn or stuffed-with components as we are finding these days.

You should put your heart & soul into everything you do.

Wow! amazing you survived but i can't help laughing at how brilliantly appropriate an injury that is for you. Branded for life

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1962 850,Frog

That is classic Matt

A permanent tie to minis

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Too many cars, and too little time.

yeah i`ve always "Thought" about telling the girls that i was shot in the back in a drive-by shooting & some of the bullets are still in there,,, but i just can`t bring myself to do it,,, the sympathy votes works for some people , some of the time, but i reckon the truth is a far better story

bang bang , you shot me down , bang bang,,, then we bang & then i shoot

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No offence intended here but--> anyone writing a book about minis 30 years ago may not have experienced such worn or stuffed-with components as we are finding these days.

You should put your heart & soul into everything you do.

Good one Matt.

There is something vaguely familiar in my life story to that of yours - playing tarzan twenty feet up a camphor laurel three when the rope holding branch collapsed and my brother (not KB (1310/71) he came much later)) and I crashed through the fibro roofed outside dunny and through the fibro dunny wall into the quagmire of a wet chook yard.

Difference is I dont dare tell people that a dunny and a chook pens caused my scars.

My brother just wiped the entire episode from his mind and doesn't remember it.

Same dunny about five years later - we made a water pipe bunger gun (it was empire day May 24 1960) loaded it with a couple of marbles and fired it broadside at the dunnyy wall. It took out the sheets of fibro on both sides of the dunny.

Luckily we chose a time when Mum was not inside the dunny but she was not impressed and my brother and I both had sitting problems for a few hours.

Mike