When I was 13 years old, my family took a trip to old town in San Diego, California. At the time, I was a skinny kid and very insecure about my lack of muscles. I used to challenge my mother to arm wrestles, etc. because it made me feel better to know that I could beat someone in my family. One night after dinner when we were walking back to the hotel, I dared my mom to move me from a standing position. I bent my knees and readied myself. She charged, rammed into me, and sent all 125 pounds of me flying backwards through a store window of a gift shop. As you can imagine, a very difficult story to explain to the police.
(submitted by Garrett)