Originally Posted by grumpygirl

A hundred years ago when I was still in school, I was on the diving team. (Do you consider that a sport?) I went to the rec center one day to practice. I was turning the tension wheel to prepare the board for my specialty, a backward 1 1/2 somersault with a 1/2 twist, when the lifeguard told me to stop. I assured her I knew what I was doing, but she threatened to sit me out. My friend then did a backflip, no problem, with plenty of spring, so I decided to go for it. I was unable to finish the dive, and my head came down on the board, nearly knocking me out. It took 14 stitches to sew me up. The worst part about it was getting the shots in my head. It felt like the doctor was scraping the wound with a knife. And that put an end to my diving career.