You didn't have that far to fall.

But it just seems so much more likely, plus you have the nice corners to bounce your head (or groin) off of on your way down. Vaulters are already planning to hit the ground, so it's less a tweak of the scheduling.

Of course, I have no idea where most injuries happen -- but my time on the beam was more fraught with tension than my time vaulting.

Crappy as I was at both of them.

I was always afraid of slamming into the horse.

Watch Kat come in and be all "Rhythmic gymnastics kills! You don't even know!"

Dude, that ribbon is a total choking hazard. And the ball? Don't get me started.

It cracks me up that my parents used to think trampolining was a safe pursuit they could leave me unattended at for hours with no supervision. Not only were trampoline injuries frequent and varied, some of us devised a way to use it as a weapon against playmates—coordinating our jump harmonics to catch the third person with a rebound and catapult him off the thing altogether.

I permanently dislocated my perk. It was ugly. One butt-twitch too many, and whammo!

Happy birthday, Sara! Many happy returns!

Our parents gave us with bows and arrows and guns that fired plastic discs semi-automatically. So the times where we decided to bare-knuckle box were steps down in armament.

Now she chooses to worry.

Happy Birthday sarameg!

Dinner was meh. Lukewarm fried shrimp(with something that was called cocktail sauce that just...wasn't) and fries. Luckily the ice cream(mmm, peppermint stick ice cream) and the concert made up for it.

Pizza has been had, though it wasn't very good. I'm watching Caddyshack, for the first time, and wondering if I can just fast forward to the parts with Bill Murray.