baked gargoyles promote livid conversation

In terms of being self-damaged, I have suffered very little. A cut here, a scrape there, no broken bones, a single dislocated thumb when I was around ten years old. In my youth it wasn't so much that I didn't do risky things, mostly I was reasonable about the risks I took. As I had (and continue to have) a pretty good strength to weight ratio, I could rely strongly on my grip to be able to support all of my weight. So, climbing trees was very common, I did not ever fall out of a tree unintentionally. Climbing into the train bridge's substructure was risky as I had to pass by way of holding the bottom side of an I-beam to get to the first bridge support platform, but I was confident and could cross with ease. In a different part of town that I frequented less often someone had managed to put a pallet at the juncture of one tree about fourty feet up where the only way to get up there was to shinny up a much narrower tree to about the 35 feet mark and then cross over from the smaller tree to the larger one.

When I got my driver's license the first car I owned was a chevy bel-air much like this one though mine had four doors:

I got this car when I was still in high school and was one of the few kids who had a car then. There would be times that I'd be driving downtown with eleven or twelve of my friends inside. Those were risky times also considering there were only seat belts for six, but I drove a lot more cautiously and gave myself more time to come to a stop given all of the extra weight.

Since those teenage years my risk taking has ebbed away. I have still climbed a tree now and then up until as recently as this past summer, but apart from that the opportunities for self-damage are restricted to events such as this or this.