how to summorize my life by injurys.

I think anyone that knows me will know that I get hurt ALOT. When I was 15 months and I was just learning to walk I decided that the grill was so cool. But it was the opposite of cool
(as in cold). After the humiliation of walking around with my arms cloaked in bandages with mittens on my hands. I decided huh maybe I don't like the grill. After the bandages came off I went with my family to my aunt's house. I was so excited because I hadn't seen her for sooo long. We were there and, oh my gosh look at that awesome dog. I went over to pet the dog and WHAM I was picked up and swun around like a rag dog in the hands of a toddler. I had stitches for a while. My mom always says that all I could say was bbbbad ggog. So I was two I got a mini trampoline for Christmas and right away decided awesome I'm gonna do a flip. So I then prepared myself. I jumped up and down like an athlete preparing for the biggest game of his life. I wound up and crack-nailed my nose on my wooden toy box.
I had a break from the emergency room for awhile and I liked it. Then when I was nine, two things happend that hurt. I was playing on my first fastpitch baseball team I was playing catcher and we were losing and our pitcher was not doing to well so he was mad. He threw the ball as fast as he could and BAM the ball hit me right in the part of the knee that isn't covered. The other thing that was painful happend at the crappiest hotel imaginable. There was a pool but it was cloaked in stuff that I hope was mud. Most of the games in the gameroom were broken. But the playset (the kind that Mcdonalds has) was the worst part. They had plastic twisty ties holding the beast together. That is where the problem struck. I was playing tag with my bros and I ran to this awesome hiding spot. I was almost there and I heard this noise - the noise I had heard way to many times. The sound of tearing fleath I looked down and CRAP my knee was gushing blood. I ran outside yelling for my mom. She found me and butterflied my knee shut. When I was ten I was on a trampoline (yep again) I got my legs caught in the springs and I fell and smacked my head on the metal bar CONCUSSION. When I was 11 I was wrestling with my cousins and I jumped off my bed to get something and I hit my head on the drywall over hang of the ceiling. Staples. Another thing that happend was just a while ago when I broke my elbow. Read the story (broken elbow) for more info. So ya you can kinda summarize my life by injuries.

p.s. in the dog story I spelled it gog on purpose.