Or, maybe this one...I was little- like five or so, and playing monkey bars with my neighbor. She happened to require corrective leg braces (are there any other kind?), attached to those saddle shoes..you know what I am talking about? Well, she got the wise idea to pull me down by my legs, off the monkey bars (I must have said something unkind), and off I came..with her on top of me. Maybe I should clarify...with her foot on my collar bone!!! Poor little Cataholic became dented on the right side. I don't think my mom believed I was in pain...but, an xray or two later, complete with the white plaster crazy eight cast, she became a believer! I got to sleep in their bed!!! I don't know if I ever fully recovered from the trauma of being squished by my neighbor. To this day, I hate to have people stand on or near my neck.