I rode my bike a lot when I was a kid. When I was 7, I thought I would get fancy with my riding and try riding really fast while zig-zagging (turning the handlbars right-left really fast). I ended up turning the front wheel too far one way and basically crashing face first onto the pavement. When I got up, one of my front teeth (a permanent, adult tooth) was knocked out, but still hanging by a nerve. A neighbor lady was kind enough to get my mom and my mom and aunt drove me to the dentist. I remember my mom telling me to hold my tooth in, so the dentist could re-attach it.

The dentist was able to re-attach it by wiring it to the tooth next to it until it could grow back in place. I had to eat through a straw for a while!

More recently while MTBing, I was flying down a trail (too fast) and came up upon the gravel section. At the last minute I realized that new, loose gravel had just been put down. I tried to slow down, but my front tire hit it and just kind of sunk in causing me to fly off of the bike, roll/skid down the gravel hill and then roll into a bunch of pokey sticks/brush. I had a huge gash on my back from sliding down on the gravel. The shirt I was wearing still has the blood stain. hahaha.