First Story: Okay, when like 5 months ago (January 2008) , I was still in Elementary School, right? Well, you know the "Glider" at the playground? The one that you hold on, swing, and it glides you to the other side? Well the thing I hold on to, it broke, and fell right in the middle of my head. I panicked. But, no blood or anything.
Second Story: - A month before May, Saturday, 2008: I was helping unpack stuff (we just moved) and actually it was really fun because there was so many cardboard boxes filled with so many stuff, it was kinda like stairs. We could climb and jump to other boxes. We had over 20 boxes, and the whole room was filled with filled cardboard boxes. I could climb to really high , and then jump a few meters ahead, down the another filled cardboard boxes. It was really fun. And right next to the highest stack of cardboard boxes was a mattress. I would jump off back first, (the stack of cardboard boxes was like 15 feet high) and land on my back down to the mattress, 14 feet below it. Anyways, as I was jumping from high stack of cardboard boxes to low stack of cardboard boxes, I jumped, hit my head at the ceiling. REALLY HARD. I was almost unconscious. But there was no blood or anything.
Main Story: Anyways, back to Saturday, May 2008, (just keep in mind what I just told you above) I was going down the stairs. My feet felt the polished finished wood with the metal edges. There was only about 6 more steps to go, and then I decided to jump off. It wasn't high, so you wouldn't break your feet or anything. But what I didn't notice was the ceiling. The ceiling goes down like a zigzag as the stairs go down. I stood on the sixth last step, feet both on the step, ready to jump. I jumped, my head hit the edge of the zigzag ceiling, I felt my eyes roll back for a second. I landed back first on the wooden stairs with metal bumpy edges and kept bouncing down, down, down, until I landed head first on the hard, white ground. Blood was on the stairs and on the zigzag ceiling, and also on the ground spilling from the middle of my head. My dad got REALLY mad, and he got a damp cloth and put it over my head. My head already got hit some many times, (fine maybe like twice, and this is my third time) (when I was unpacking stuff and glider) and now AGAIN. Anyways, the ambulance was too slow, so my parents drove me to the hospital. We waited over 1 hour, and then the nurse helped me stop the blood coming out or whatever, then I waited for 4 more hours for the doctor to come. No stitches or anything. He said it was fine...? Hm... well, because after 4 hours, obviously the blood stopped!
Anyways, that was the story of my most serious injury, hope it wasn't THAT boring.
BYE!!!!!!!!!
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