I was 6 years old, it was sunday and I was at church. You figure out the rest.

When I was five or six I got off the bus from school, and my dad was waiting for me at the bus stop which was unusual. We had played a game in school that day where we pretended to be animals, and I had pretended to be a dog, and I was still in that mindset. So, being a stupid little kid, I ran after the bus on all fours barking like a dog. The bus driver thought she had bit me, and that I was like, screaming or something so she slammed on the brakes, ran out of the bus, and started vomiting. She quit the next day. I've felt terrible about that ever since.

At a summer camp I put a treadmill on the max speed slipped and got launched into the wall [spoiler]I flew that day :)[/spoiler]

I once forgot underwear when I was around six, I didn't notice it though until I went to the restroom and I felt a sharp pain when I pulled up my zipper. Luckily, all my giblets are still here today.

I kneed myself in the face once