I'm not seeing a video clip, but that's okay.
I'm going to leave out a narrative about the bad things that happened and happen to me.
If the Canadian federal government removed a law that was used to arrest me,
and the Province of Ontario created two new laws governing criminal behavior, based on my experience,
you can't imagine how much my life is made to suffer.
I dislocated my left knee as soon as my brothers and I got out of the car,
during a family vacation, racing to the beach to see the rowboat that came with the cottage,
and using my knees against the front of the boat to push it out, my brothers being younger and smaller.
I was in pain, laying in the back seat of the car as my parents drove to a hospital,
but they stopped. I got up to look out and no more than six feet away from me,
sat a man on the side of the road, blood all over his face, arms and shirt, holding his face, moaning.
It was a traffic accident. That was worse.
When I was fifteen, pushing a go-cart with a long spear I brought back from Boy Scouts,
the spear slipped and dug into the unpaved stone road, and it went up into my neck.
I pole-vaulted up into the air and my friend took me to his house which was closer.
His mother took a look and started to vomit.
It wasn't bleeding and I was putting my finger into it.
At the hospital the doctor said it missed my windpipe by half an inch or I'd be dead.
Two stitches you can't see any more.
Those were the worst.
elderpiano! I know you are reticent, if not shy, or as some might say, snippetty, with your comments.
Was that a Jack and Jill thing? You can tell us. I'm not going anywhere.
The video shows a man falling down a hill , I think it's from some movie. I'll try see if I can make it visible as you say it didn't work for you.
When you say the spear went up into your neck and you didn't bleed and you could put your finger into to it, is extraordinary, and very nearly fatal for you according to the doctor.
But putting all the dangers aside, I think that before computers and cell phones , we grew up in the best of times, , outdoors adventures most of the time, great seaside holidays, etc. free from all the modern technology. I think I owe my good health to my happy childhood environment.
I appreciate what you're saying about a happy childhood environment.
I always say the love of my parents keeps me strong.
It's not that the video doesn't work, it's just a big blank.
That vacation I told you about where I dislocated my left knee, could have been a total tragedy.
There I was, before I even got into the cottage, and I was told I couldn't walk for those two weeks.
My father made me crutches so I could hobble over to the main building.
There was a piano there, so I got into playing that.
I'd sit at the end of the dock and catch all these little perch that my grandmother would fillet.
We had fried perch in bowls like potato chips.
A woman with her family on vacation felt sorry for me and brought over her chess board.
I never did get to row the boat. That was Sand Lake by Algonquin Park.
When I was taken away from the waiting room with my parents with the hole in my neck,
the doctor stopped looking at me and went over to a younger boy who got his foot chopped with a lawnmower.
He started screaming and after I came out my parents thought it was me but I was lying about it.
That's the only time they ever accused me of lying, and over a year later found out and apologized.
Before that happened, they had sat me down for a discussion about lying, and it was easy to decide to never tell lies.
That might not seem very stressful, but for the one and only time in the lives of my parents and myself,
there were shifty looks and doubts and I was making accusations about who is lying and who isn't.
If my friend didn't see me pole-vault off the road and onto someone's front lawn, bringing me home,
they wouldn't have believed that. We did some reckless things around our tree fort in the field.
My younger brother jumped out and broke his arm.
Oh... yes... there's more. When I was over thirty, living in Toronto playing in show-bands,
my mother leaned over her knitting and asked me if I ever tried smoking pot.
I said yes but I never did it again because it just made me feel tired.
Right away she said I was testing you to see if you would lie, because I know you would have tried it.
Yes, exciting times in the Watt clan.
That, and the fact I always complained that my friends would always pick my father first for their team,
when we played ball-hockey with a tennis ball Sunday afternoons.
As you can imagine everyone thought I was a left-handed ball hog.