Most of my early childhood I remember being accident prone. Now I think I was just distracted by more important thoughts than where my body was headed.
Nearly drowned at 3 - jumped overboard to see the fish closer.
And I spent most of 1st grade making regular trip in an ambulance to the dispensary after recess. Always slamming my knees into the asphalt playground and havign to get my tight surgically removed and the knees sewn back up. Even did a 2 flight stair roll once, and only ended up with bruises.
I remember Mr. Charlie who drove the grocery truck and kept me stock with long licorice whips and LaBatt's Sherbet Fountains (ok, you Brits on here - find me a source, please!). Then there were the Guy Fawke's night fireworks and bonfires, and the Halloween Dad went out as a ghost in chains and scared many of his RAF colleagues.