Never, I don’t think. I can’t remember skinning them both, at least.
- Got a scooter for Christmas. Down the hill up the street. Fall. Go boom.
Mom made it all better.
About six weeks ago. Was hiking in the hills near my place, wearing shorts. I stumbled or tripped on a sidewalk. Went down to the ground, landing on my bare knees and the palms of my hands. Not too much blood, so I was able to walk home in about 45 minutes and clean up. Still have minor scars on both knees.
May of last year. We were doing the kayak trip from Hoover Dam down the Colorado River and one of the stops was at the Arizona Hot Springs. I fell climbing one of the waterfalls on the hike to the springs. I skinned both knees and embarrassed myself, but kept going. I should have stayed with the boats and I don’t know how I didn’t kill myself. There were at least 5 waterfalls to climb plus a 20 foot rusty ladder. I was scared shitless on the hike back down because I am VERY clumsy and those rocks were VERY slippery.
I still have a small piece of rock embedded in my right knee.
I’m both lucky and unlucky…I stumble and trip a LOT, but almost always manage to make it look like a deliberate pratfall, and rarely damage anything. I also have no clue what I’m doing at the time, and am usually the one with the MOST amazed look on my face as I ask ‘What happened’? afterward.
About a year and a half ago, I somehow fell off a curb, in skirt and heels, and put a good raw patch on one knee. Just one.
But that spot is a permanent scar now, despite a clean heal. No lumps or anything, just a lovely shiny spot that looks like an old war-wound or something.
All from a 3 inch curb/3 inch heels combo fall that I couldn’t tumble my way out of. >.<
Don’t remember exactly when, but I know I was drunk!
When I was 6 years old. I bought a swap meet skateboard with metal wheels, went to the top of a huge hill, and ate it on the bottom.
Heading home from work on December 23rd, was on the top deck of the bus, just at the end of the stairs when it started forwards. My legs went backwards and I landed hard on my knees. Skinned them both and got that sucked-in oooh from the group of tourists at the front.
Before that? Not since I was a kid, I’m sure.
Two days before my confirmation when I was about 11 or 12. Anyone Catholic here will understand what that means: having to kneel, kneel and kneel some more in church during the confirmation mass. Eeeeeeeeeewwwwwwww!
New Year’s eve.
Don’t ask.
So…
…did you have a Happy New Year?
Being the smooth, suave person that I am, I tripped in the middle of the street. I was just walking and then tripped. A few people saw, which was awesome. I think this was three and a half years ago.
I not only managed to skin both my knees pretty badly but I also tore a hole in the knee of my favorite jeans. I was pretty mad, to say the least. The knees were pretty annoying because of the pain of when I pressed them against the bed (I sleep on my stomach.) was keeping me from getting comfortable. I had the great idea to put bandaids on the scabs to give a little padding and I slept great! But when I woke up I saw that the scabs had liquefied because of the moisture thanks to the bandaids and I had to start the healing process all over again. 
When I was a young lass I was biking home in short with four litres of milk hanging off one of my handlebars. It overbalanced me on a turn and I took a header onto a gravel shoulder. Both knees, AND both elbows. Ow.
Let’s just say I wish it were only skinned knees.
Walking out of Home Depot, they have a huge parking lot - solid asphalt - with lines drawn where you are to park.
However, they have exactly TWO concrete slabs in front of parking spaces out front - why just the two, I have no idea.
At any rate, didn’t notice and tripped.
This is where I wish I had just fallen and skinned my knees.
No - DMark has to try to stay standing and takes a three step run that turned into a flying leap, landing and doing the splits instead.
Let me just say that I have never done the splits in my life, let alone at this age and weight. My guess is I would have received a 9.5 from the Olympic gymnastic judges that day.
I got in the car and drove home OK. However, for a good month after that magic moment, my groin was in major pain, I had pulled muscles in places I didn’t even know had muscles, and could barely get out of bed without first crawling over and kneeling before standing up.
Oh to only have gotten skinned knees that day…sigh.
Both knees? I guess that was about 1989 or so; I was showing one of my parents’ dogs for them. The show was at a fair ground, and the rings were not even. There was a hole in the ground, with the black rubber mat over it, I stepped in the hole and went down face first. Skinned both knees and hands but good. (But we went best of breed that day…)
Skinned one knee this past summer, I was walking my two Setters, stubbed my toe on a raised piece of sidewalk and again, went down; left knee his concrete, right knee hit dog. Dog was OK. Me… not so much.
12 years ago. I was running to catch a bus in heels (I run all the time in heels, I was thinking nothing of it) and hit some gravel. And to add insult to injury, I missed the bus, too.
All the times I skinned my knees as a child, nothing. That time left scars.