That time i fell on my face – Blogtember

Welcome to Blogtember! Yesterday’s prompt asked us to share: a story about a time you were very afraid. 

This prompt was hard, i really had no clue what to write about because i couldn’t recall a scary moment that scarred me for life. Then i remembered the only time i’ve had to go to the hospital. Ok, let’s rewind a little. I was in 5th grade, so i was around 9-10 years old, i had a friend over at my house and i remember us coloring in the hallway in front of my room when she heard my brother (who was then 6-7 years old) playing with her pogo stick downstairs in the garage. She quickly told me she did not want my brother using it… maybe we were in that “boys have cooties” stage i really don’t know. So i went down and took the pogo stick away from my him. I guess i wanted to show off that i could use it and he couldn’t, so i started jumping in front of him and the next thing i know i was crying and trying to open the door with my bloody hands. 

What happened? Well my brother decided to turn on the hose and throw water at me. Little did he know that the garage floor was extremely slippery and i fell head first onto the floor. I cracked my forehead open and my mom wasn’t even home, i was terrified! Thankfully my dad was hanging out inside with our neighbor and he called his wife who’s a nurse and she patched me up. I never saw my forehead and i always remember my mom telling me that if i would’ve seen it i would’ve probably passed out because it was that bad!! It was the only time i’ve ever had to go to the emergency room and i remember feeling so embarrassed because i was sitting in the waiting room with a giant Band-Aid on my forehead. I ended up with 23 stitches and a horrible Harry Potter-like scar on my forehead. I would always get teased in school because it kind of looks like the Jordan symbol. Oh and i don’t think i ever used a pogo stick again!!

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