For me, I think it was when I was playing in the yard, and saw one of my mom’s pots of dirt for her garden, and I thought “yeah this would be good to dump on my lap”
It was full of fire ants. Big, angry, north carolinian fire ants.
I was covered in red welts and all I remember is screaming at the top of my lungs while my mom sprayed me down with a hose
I don’t remember it myself but on the playground I apparently fell off one of those climbing walls with the holes in it and somehow my nose got caught in it and it ripped open or something. So my nose was stitched back on and now one canal is a bit smaller than the other. My mom loves to tell this very bloody story.