| Meeshell |
08-10-2009 10:56 PM |
When I was younger, like 3 or 4 probably, my sister had her binder out on the floor (rings open, for some ratarded reason). Well, being the young adventurous kid that I was my parents were just letting me run around barefoot in our house...because what could possibly happen?! I walked/ran right over my sisters binder rings and they closed on my foot. Blood everyyywhereeee. Probably should have gotten stitches, but my parents wrapped it in a kitchen towel and made me lay down for the rest of the night. I have a nice scar on the bottom of my foot now that's stretched out as my foots grown.
OH! Another little kid story. While walking home from my dentist's office in NE Philly, my grandmom and sister were taking their good old time strolling along the sidewalk and I wanted nothing to do with being boring so I was running up and down the sidewalk (I was like 4 this time) finally ended up tripping over this mangled piece of sidewalk and went face first into the ****ty piece of concrete. I ended up with this huge 5 inch gash across my face from the inside of my right eye, over my nose and down my left cheek. Magically - I don't have a scar from this one. Boy am I lucky, cause it would suck if that scar made me ugly.
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