I still have nightmares about the time I woke up on a Saturday morning to the sounds of a disturbed and dying woman screaming after she doused herself in gasoline and lit herself on fire at Dorland and Guerrero.
Some of the screams were from people who had tried to help her and ended up injuring themselves.
When I was a (fairly reckless) teenager, I got into a fight and got "stabbed" in my side (minor wound). Honestly, it's not something I consider as traumatic.
It _was_ an effective way to stop the fight though.
I have dogs and love dogs. Play really rough with mine, let her chew on me. I got bit (tooth punctured, not just scratched) by a small white dog. It made me nervous around small dogs for a solid year.
