Injury prone?

I have come to realize that my mind never rests until I sleep. I remember as a child I was constantly gone into fantasy land even during school class. My adventuress spirit was not without incidents. The batman incedent was only one of many of my adventures that ended wrong .One day I was exploring around in the barn hay loft when I fell through the floor boards. Luckily for me I grabbed a beam and was hanging on for dear life. The drop was about 15 feet I think and I was clinging with all my strength. I could hear my sister Micheline outside singing away. I screamed and screamed but she couldn’t hear me I could feel my self loosing my grip! Finally I could n't hold anymore so I let go and dropped to the main floor. I was shaken up but suffered no injuries in the fall except psychologically. I think I can attribute my fear of height that plagued me to this day from that day. Another incident was with my school class. We had been taking lessons as a class once a week and I was feeling confident to an extent. When class was over we had free swim time which I took advantage of and jumped into the pool. Unfortunately for me the area I jumped in was over my head and I was panicking to the point where just as I was about to sink I screamed out "HELP!”. At that very moment I manage to grab the edge and when a life guard came close and ask " who screamed " I just got quiet and pretended it wasn’t me . Needless to say I now had a new fear that plagued me until late in my life. Some accidents were driven by my curiosity. One day I was playing with the old wringers washer touching the wringer rollers as they rolled. Suddenly my hand got caught in the rollers and it was pulling me through .If not for the quick actions of my sister Danielle who unplugged the washer I don’t know what would of happen. As it was I had a sprained arm and had to ware a sling for a week at school .As you can imagine my Dad was furious! Another time I was playing with a baby rattle that had a large suction cup on it. I would lick it and stick it to my head but missed and stuck it to my eye. I quickly realize it was stuck and ran into the house crying. My Mom managed to pull it off after a few tries but my eyes got badly blood shot. My parents were often furious at my ability to injure myself so frequently. The good side of this was I got a lot of attention at school when I had these injuries.