During Christmas Vacation of my freshman year of high school, I went sledding on Cain Park Hill, the steepest "safe" place to go. Going double decker made the sled harder to steer, screaming didn't help - many were hollering for the fun of it, and so ended up going face first into the runner of a guy's sled. He was too busy chatting up a chick to notice anything else.

The damage was considerable, though not very bloody: I had knocked two front teeth off at the gum line. I love Spike Jones as much as the next silly person, but anyone playing, humming, singing, or whistling "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" at me was going to know how very inappropriate that song is in my presence!

Joanne in Cleveland, coincidentally nursing a broken back tooth this week