As a toddler I was always broken; broken wrist, broken ankle, rope burns, enormous slices out of myself requiring stitching up, lumps scraped off, nowadays social services would have been called in. But I was just one of those that was always climbing up things, falling off things, hanging off stuff, messing about to see 'what if' (I still do this now and it's a real effort of willpower not to...)
I was always going missing, several times the neighbourhood was out looking for me.
OMG, we were twins! My mother must have wondered what she'd done to deserve me. I was a total tomboy, always hanging with the boys, climbing, swinging, getting muddy, riding bikes and rollerskates off things and crashing. I didn't really do that much damage until I was a tween/teen, when I sliced the bottom off my foot falling off a skateboard, broke both arms in the same summer two weeks apart, and fell from a tree and landed on my back on the dog kennel - I was very lucky not to break my back, and the bruising was incredible. Mum spent much more time at the hospital than she was happy about.
And as a toddler/youngun, I was ALWAYS running away. My mother used to put me in a playpen, and I used to pick the playpen up by the bars and carry it down the driveway and into the street. I had to be leashed in public because mum would literally turn her back for two seconds, and I'd be gone. Thankfully that stopped once I was old enough to understand "Don't move, or I'll beat you".
I wasn't the world's worst teenager - I remember plenty of mood swings and arguments, but I was so into sports that I didn't really have time to get into that much trouble - always at practice or games. And the day I moved out of home at 18, my parents and I basically became instant BFF's. I was married at 20 and off their hands.