Utterly Mad

I go to BSA summer camp every year.

My first year I tripped on a rock, landed on my knee, broke it, then proceeded to walk around on a broken knee for three days. My knee swelled up so big you couldn't see the kneecap.

My second year I tripped and skinned my knees so badly you could see bone.

My third year I stepped in a hole and twisted my ankle.

My fourth year I didn't get hut but my friend got bitten by a snake in his sleep and almost lost his foot to necrosis.

My fifth year I tried to jump a split rail fence but slipped and the edge of the top rail went all the way down my shin. It bruised so bad I walked with a limp. There was not much blood but it was deep, and I still have a scar with no feeling to this day.

Next year will be my sixth. Good luck to me.