I just saw this article on MSN.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20145219/?GT1=10252
I fell down the stairs when we were living in New York--I was carrying a pencil at the time, going downstairs to the pencil sharpener. I took a tumble, cried, my mom came, I got back upstairs, she examined me for sprains, breaks, bumps, bruises, and then noticed the blood all over the collar of my Brownie (Girl Scout?) uniform. I had stuck the tip of the pencil into my chin. After a trip to the doctor and some novocaine, the pencil point was gone. All that remains today is a tiny blue mark near my jaw line. Apparently, it could have been much worse...sheesh.
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