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17 years on a ST
Are you old enough to remember "stepped on a pop top?" Not the song.
We called it Murder Ball!ITS MISSING MY ALL TIME FAVORITE, DODGE BALL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I still remember my 6th grade teacher wanted to play with us one day in gym class. Athletic guy, in his mid-20s I think. He nailed a kid right in the face with a wicked throw, just about knocked him out cold, and never lost his job over it. In retrospect, probably a dickish move for a grown man to want to play that game with a bunch of young kids.

Is that a CL450 or is it a British bike?
Looks like a Triumph or a BSA judging by the heads.Is that a CL450 or is it a British bike?
Nokia announces return to the cell phone business.
. . . another idea Klinger could have tried out . . . to no avail!Oh, no! Another way back memory has been awakened.
USAF basic training, 1970
The guy next to me was 'different'. He had just graduated from his PhD program in psychology and didn't appreciate the 'unnecessary' rules and regulations. Second week we were taught to properly square away our little living space, including how to make the bed. First formal inspection came after breakfast. 'Doc' had remained in the barracks and customized his area. Neatly made bed, with the blanket hanging down on both sides, and a very large pillow with a frilly white pillow case. He had popped off the four corner post caps and installed little glass flower 'pots' with a single rose in each. Military shoes, sandals and sneakers neatly displayed. He was wearing another pair of sandals and a towel wrapped around his waist, no shirt, cap on backwards....brushing his teeth.
The rest of us idiots were stationed where we were supposed to be and ready for inspection.....which never happened. The guy was whisked away to the hospital for a psych evaluation and we never saw him again.
The biggest questions were related to how he managed to get all the extras into the barracks.
That ended his week plus in the US military. Possibly his career in psychology as well, although I thought it may have given him a boost in that field.
We never saw or heard anything about him afterward.

All the time: metal shavings, wire strands, tiny glass shards, wood splinters...I'm guessing I'm not the only one here that still does that, can't imagine going to urgent care over something that simple.
at a similar age I was screwing around with a hammer and chisel and missed the chisel once and glanced my hand off the mushroomed top. Nothing really to think of until a week or two later when a strange black object started to emerge from the side of my thumb. I dug it out, and it was metal, presumably a piece of the chisel head when I missed. So even if you do nothing, nature will help push out foreign objects eventually.When I was about 10-12 years old I got a splinter in my thigh - It bothered me for about a week and I finally asked my mom to look at it. She got out the tweezers and found it and pulled out a long splinter of wood over an inch long. I just about passed out. To this day I do not know how I got it.