[–]GiantOneEyedDwarf
First story: One of my favorite memories was when we scared a women so badly, she busted through three walls in our maze like it was something out of a cartoon. These were plywood by the way.
Second story: My first year of sliding, (getting kneepads and throwing your body to the floor), I was not used to stopping yet. I launched myself in front of a group of high school girls. When they all disbursed I realized they left their handicapped friend in a wheelchair stranded. To avoid contact, I changed my trajection and instead collided with a very heavy metal trashcan. Surprisingly, the only thing broken was my dignity.
[–]thebadpipsisewah
I used to help at a haunted hayride a few years back and there was a guy who was a few years older than us but was very into the job and always did a bit more than anyone else. He used to jump onto the back of the tractor then get underneath and hide while it was moving to then jump out and scare those who had forgotten about him. Well one night he fell off and was run over by the tractor. It happened all of about 50 yards away from my attraction. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that sound. The worst part was that the trail they used was very narrow and there was a tractor behind the one he was on so it took what seemed like forever for the ambulance to get to him. I think he damaged his vocal chords and he walked with a cane when he finally came back to see us the next year, thankfully he made it out though.
