I can't quite remember how old I was when I did this, but I'm sure it was during the summer, and I was still in primary school. It was a lovely sunny day, and later on I was going to go out and play squash. I was walking around the house at Nancy Street
in bare feet, which on that particular day was going to be quite
painful for me. I was coming into the house via the back door, and the
door closed too quick for me, catching me on the heel of my left foot
and taking out a sizeable chunk.
The door you see
was quite an old timber and wire mesh construction, and the bottom of
it had a thin strip of metal, which is what my foot got “bitten” by.
Even now as I type this up I still squirm at the thought of the
door tearing a piece out of me. As a permanent reminder, I have a nice
lump on the heel.
Why I decided to go out and
play squash that afternoon was beyond me. I remember that I played in
bare feet, and couldn't move properly. You need to be quick to get
around a squash court, and that day I couldn't, and got thrashed 9 – 1.
I guess I must have aced my opponent with a serve.
The squash courts I played on, last time I checked, were still there on Goonoo Goonoo Road (before you ask, it's aboriginal for “plenty of water”), not far from where I used to live in Church Street. Thankfully they have been renovated considerably since then, seeing they were a bit of health hazard when I was playing there, especially the change rooms downstairs.