here are two Polaroids of me when I was 15. My face went through the windshield of my friends 1989 Chrysler Le baron Convertible. I was riding shotgun and another friend was in the back seat. We had the top down heading to the flea market at the fairgrounds. Our attention was on this nice looking young lady bent over getting something out of the back of a Bronco. We all turned back to look at the road at the same time but it was too late. My buddy ran into the back end of an SUV sitting still with his left blinker on waiting to turn off of Central. Of course we were to cool to wear our seat belts. I never get in a front seat now without wearing one.
13 stitches total. 5 in my cheek, 7 in my nose, and 1 in my upper lip. My bottom teeth went throuh my bottom lip and the left side of my nose was turned into a flap and was flipped over on the right side of my nose. I was told my left eyebrow would never grow back (thank GOD it did). I was still picking glass out of my forehead 2 days later. Needless to say it hurt.