I was about 4 years old, and I was with my old brother Patrick. He was 10 at the time. Patrick suggested that I get in the wagon, he'll push and steer, and jump us off the deck stairs. I was immediately trying to get out of this situation knowing I was going to get hurt.. My brother was the human equivalent of Satan at this point in time in his life so he forced me into the wagon and off we went.

We landed it.

But, Patrick banged his chin on the top of my head. A tooth gets knocked of of his mouth, THROUGH his cheek.

And it stabs directly into the back of my head.

I start kicking and screaming.

Me and brother go inside we both have blood coming out of our head.

We instantly go to the hospital.

I get stitches.

My sister Savannah tells me now (10 years later) that she hated me for getting stitches because before the "accident" my Mom was making her oatmeal, and since the parents had to go to the hospital she didn't get her oatmeal.


Sun, 03/15/2015 - 3:34pm

Damn, you really fucked her over. What were you guys thinking? That shit would have healed by itself