My parents' had a huge circular Rose Garden with a path through it. The roses were ok to me; they were jst flowers!
One day I came down the steep side of the house on my two wheeler, but because the grass was wet, my normal left turn didn't happen & I slew into the Rose garden at a very fast rate, ending up in the middle!
How I didn't break my left leg or arm, I'll never know! But suffice to say, I was covered in thorns, cut & scratched by the rock perimeter!
I was soaked in a bath with Dettol, then my mother had to extract EVERY rose thorn! She was not a happy mum!