I swear since I was a baby I’ve been dropped on my head. Throughout my life I have always gotten hurt or hurt myself. First one I can really remember is when I was, lets say 8 or 9, me and some friends were playing backyard football. I was playing quarterback and I ran for the first down sliding, as the NFL players do. Well I sliced my left knee on a rock, grandma had to take me to the emergency room and had 15 stitches. Next that comes to mind is when I was 10 I was riding my bike. O yeah I can see all of you reading this and thinking what the heck am I going to do now? Well to add to me plus the bike, it didn’t have any brakes on it. So me plus bike plus no brakes equals disaster. When I wrecked I bounce my right forearm on the curb of the pavement and blood was dripping everywhere. Instant tears, because of a hug gash in my arm that you could see down the bone. Well this time I was with a babysitter, my mom’s best friend, and she called my mom and rushed me to, you could’ve guess it the ER. I left the hospital with 18 stitches in my arm this time.
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