I think I have a better one;
One time on a Boy Scout camping trip, we were in this cabin that had these 3-high bunk beds with basically no railing on the side (they were basically glorified shelves). So while I was sleeping, I rolled off the 3rd bunk (which was 6-7 ft. high), hit the floor so loud I woke up half the troop, and continued sleeping. When some of the guys came to pick me up and carry me to the kitchen, my hand bumped into one of the tables; which was the only thing I could complain about. I didn't feel anything from the fall.
When I was six or seven I rolled off my top bunk into a pile of plastic toys and kept sleeping, when my dad came in to see what the noise was I blearily told him I was hugging my cars
Once I broke my arm (at about 3 in the afternoon,) and because my dad was such an idiot, he made me wait the ENTIRE DAY and night without anything to protect my arm from further damage.
One time on a Boy Scout camping trip, we were in this cabin that had these 3-high bunk beds with basically no railing on the side (they were basically glorified shelves). So while I was sleeping, I rolled off the 3rd bunk (which was 6-7 ft. high), hit the floor so loud I woke up half the troop, and continued sleeping. When some of the guys came to pick me up and carry me to the kitchen, my hand bumped into one of the tables; which was the only thing I could complain about. I didn't feel anything from the fall.