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
While chasing around the house I tripped over a bed board and slid my upper lip on a carpet.
A strip of skin down from the base of the nose to my lip was gone. Everyone freaked out about me disfiguring myself.
I picked at it, of course, 25 years later there’s no trace of it. Kids heal fast.
I was sheltered I think, considering some other injuries here.