Without military safety briefings, are you surprised you survived childhood?

SFC Mark Merino I was raised on a farm. Jumped from the hay loft, jumped off the roof of my home, ran electrical fence (while it was on so we knew if it grounded out), rode motorcycles (wrecked same), plowed fields with tractors (wrecked same), hauled hay, fell off loft, was stomped by horses and cows, bit by horses and dogs, rode my bicycle 12 miles (one way) to the closest country store, rode my bicycle 10 miles (one way) to my Dad's office, walked from school to my Dad's office, and broke more than a few bones. Played sports, walked and or ran everywhere, yada, yada, yada........

Yes I am shocked and amazed..........

oh god yes I am !!

Oh good God yes! Dove onto my bed to get away from my brother, right off the bed and through the window. Not that big of a deal until I pulled my head back in, reverse scalped myself! 59 stitches later!! Almost a year to the day running down the hall and sliced the side of my head on the marble top of the side board.

How I ever survived lawn jarts without getting impaled I will never know!!

Ha SFC Mark Merino I am sure I know exactly what you are talking about with the electric fence!

I went over a ravine backwards in a tractor, about 60 feet down. That was a hell of a trip!

SFC Mark Merino I figure I have an excuse. My maiden name is Tripp. I felt it necessary to live up to my name. :-) However, despite that, I seem to be able to avoid too many breaks since the only thing I ever broke was a finger and a thumb and both were sports related. I even fell off a hay stack when I was 11 and landed on a telephone pole laying on the ground. It went across the center of my back. I should have broke my back, but instead all I did was knock the wind out and pass out. Not so much as a concussion. I guess I should chock it up to having one heck of a guardian angel who has had my 6 all my life. :-)

Sorry SFC Mark Merino I'm not sure I remember what that is. Childhood seems so foreign to me. I'm still trying to remember what was for dinner last night.

With some of the stunts I pulled as a kid, I'm pretty damn surprised I did.

And now, I see my daughter doing some of the same things!!

My childhood, no. My 20s, on the other hand...

A couple of my scares have names lol

I was in a car wreck when I was 2, someone ran a red light and trashed my dads Dodge Dart, there were no seat belts in the back seat so the windshield trashed my upper lip. That led to my dad getting a 68 mustang, oh how I loved that car. I remember sitting in the back seat pretending to be driving, making engine noises and my transmission never ran out of gears. I remember riding on the bed sides of a pick up truck at 9 years old with a loaded weapon in case we spooked a rabbit at the deer lease, and being allowed to drive the lease car around the 1,000 acre property (it was a 67 mustang, black with flames). I would do donuts in the field and race the cows.

What if one of your troops requested a milage pass and had this little beauty?