Friday Funnies is a chance to share your wild and crazy stories. Whether it’s a personal story or just something that strikes you as funny. Let’s laugh and have some fun, but keep it clean, cuz I’m a watchin’ **wink wink**

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I grew up in Minnesota…and yes, it’s pronounced MinEEEsOta **smile** Hey, what can I say, I was born in Fargo, ND, OK? And YES, the accent IS that thick. For real.

Sorry, I digress.

The funny story I have for today is kinda silly, from when I grew up. As I mentioned before, I grew up in Minnesota. And we all know it can snow a ton in Minnesota and it gets really cold, right? (Hence my move to Arizona….) As kids, we would go and play outside no matter what the weather.

Well, when I was in sixth grade, me and my friend, Shannon Howell, were in my neighbor’s back yard climbing a tree.

I was about twelve feet up while Shannon stood on the ground watching. As I’m doing my best immitation of a monkey, I reached up toward the branch above me to pull myself up. As I stepped on the branch to lift me high enough to grab the branch, it snapped.

I plummeted to the ground.

You might be thinking, “What’s so funny about that?”

Yeah, well, it was the dead of winter and I was in a full snow suit. Yeah, remember those? The movie, “A Christmas Story” comes to mind when I picture that snow suit I was wearing.

I meah, can we say, “DAHHHHH?” Dry, brittle branches? Thick, encumbering winter gear? Yeah, not a good mix.

I fell and landed smack on my back. The wind whooshed out of my lungs and I hadn’t ever experienced that before. I remember Shannon leaning over me asking me if I was all right. I reached for her thick jacket and pulled her close asking, “Am I dead?”

Mom jetted me to the emergency room (one of my many trips there for various broken bones, injuries….) They took an x-ray and said the ribs on my left side were broken.

For some reason, they took a second x-ray and determined they weren’t broken, it was just something on the x-ray before (like a piece of hair or something?–I don’t remember.)

In the mean time, my little boyfriend (yeah, the whole can -I-hold-your-hand-type boyfriend) called my house and my lovely sister told him, “Oh, yeah, she fell out of a tree and is in the hospital.”

I ended up with bruised ribs and got out of PE for a week or so.

I look back and chuckle at some of the stupid things I did and laugh. Frequently.

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What’s a funny thing you did while growin’ up that you look back and laugh at?

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