Monday, August 9, 2010

Childhood Injury Stories? Yay!

Today I will retell a story from when I was little. Back when we lived in Ypsi, we had an awesome house. Awesome basically meaning we had a pool in the backyard. Well, there was one setback. Right in the middle of the sidewalk in front of our house, was a fire hydrant. One day, I was outside playing with a baby doll.
You may notice the color of my dress is different. That's because when I was little someone told me things that I believed like pink was the only color girls could like and that boys had no eyelashes. Somehow my doll ended up right next to the fire hydrant. I'm not really sure how this happened, it just did.
So, I did what any little kid would do, I immediately went to pick it up. I was too close and went down too fast though.

Yep, that's right. My head came in direct contact with that angry looking, bright red monster.

Now this part I don't remember too well, but my mother was standing by the window and saw it all. Apparantly I bounced off and flew into the air.

I'm pretty sure I ran screaming and crying to my mom, traumatized for life.

Just kidding. But I did have to go to the hospital and get some stitches on my forehead.

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