vaanic~one- I did something like that once. I was the only person awake, and I found my dad's razor. The kind you use to cut boxes and stuff, not the shaving kind. I was real little, maybe three, four, five, I don't remember exactly. I took the razor, was playing around with it, cut my hand wide open. Big bleed. I managed to keep from screaming, and I went into the bathroom and washed my hand untill the blood stopped, then washed up all the spilled blood on the floor. It's a measure of my mother and father's parenting skills that they never found out about this.

Just today, I did something fairly stupid. There was supposed to be a big snowstorm today, and there wasn't. So I decided to walk to a friend's house, she lives maybe fifteen minutes away by foot. As soon as I get to her street, the snowstorm starts up, so bad I could barely see ten feet. Then I find out that nobody is home at her house. So I have to walk back to my house through the snowstorm. (including crossing a five lane road, which is always busy, in that visibility)
I once sprained my ankle really badly when I was out sledding, not too far from my house. I couldn't move without badly hurting myself, so I sent my brother home to go get my parents to help. I sat there untill my watch said it had been forty five minutes. I then began crawling through the snow all the way home, including going through a small creek that flows between the hill and my house, and found him sitting there sipping hot cocoa. I've never gone anywhere with him since, and I changed my sleep schedule so that I never see him. (This isn't only because of that incident, it's also because he's a creep in general, and I hadn't even wanted to take him sledding with me in the first place, I was forced into it by my parents.)