Not the most dramatic, but when I was really little I remember play fighting with my brothers, and falling backwards off the bed and hitting my head against a dresser.
There was no wound or anything but I remember seeing all kinds of fucked up colors at the moment of impact. Despite being a huge crybaby, I’m pretty sure I didn’t cry or freak out, I was just extremely fatigued.
I wonder if we should have gone to the doctor. I don’t think you’re supposed to see TV static and rainbow vomit when you bump your head.
When I was probably somewhere around 10-12, I was walking backward and turned around right into a wall. Fell onto my back, then ran to the bathroom and threw up 6-7 times.
When I was twelve, I was bicycling downhill on a residential street, and while I was talking to a friend beside me I slammed into the back of a jeep at full speed. Looking back on it, I definitely had a concussion, but I think the spare tire on the back spared me from the worst possibilities of my bad decisions
As a child, running as fast as I could, I didn’t see some sort of horizontal metal bar at about my forehead’s height. I bounced and fell backwards to the ground.
A long, long time ago (before I can even remember, I was that young) I attempted to pick up something heavy, and fell into the corner of a wall (like, the outside, so it was pointy). I needed stitches, and I still have a scar.
The details I all got second hand, but I can still just barely see the scar.