Uuh... Um...
I, uh.
OHYEAH. I fell off of my RipStick while going down a hill while walking my dog, on-leash.
Worst. Idea. Ever.
I noticed I was going too fast for her, and, for her sake, jumped off and tried to run.
Yeah, no. Not a chance. That didn't work.
I jumped, took 2 or 3 steps, tripped, and skidded a few feet. Suprisingly, the only injury (between me and my dog) was I really cut open my elbow and knee (right side), and scraped my side a bit. It was a bit bloody, but an amazing thing happened. Its almost like my body realized that sensing the pain would not help me at all, I didn't actually feel anything on the ride back to my house. As soon as I walk in the house? HOLY-GOD-DAMN-PAIN. It's so weird; I think my body realized that I was in safety. An amazing thing, the human body. The only thing: I didn't think about simply LETTING GO of the leash whilst screaming down the hill. Crap. Not good at thinking under pressure.
Yay for not having a life!
Ahem. I have never broken a bone, either. :|