Umm....
One morning I woke up with my foot in my wall, two broken toes and a fractured ankle.
Then there's the time where I was riding to school on my bike and something happened, I'm not sure whether the wheel locked up, I hit an unusually large stick, or something, but anyway. I managed to flip over the handlebars, faceplant on the ground, and watch as my bike flipped over me and crashed down onto the pavement in front of me. I chipped one of my front teeth in half and cut my eyebrow open.
That was a fun day.
EDIT: Oh, and I've got a rather nasty scar on my leg from when a fromer 'friend' threw a somewhat rusty section of metal pole at me. Apparently he misjudged my reaction time. Arsehole.