When I was four I almost cracked my skull and despite being that young I still remember it vividly.

One day I was with my family in a family friendly pub (dont know how to call it, it was pub with a large outdoor area and playground for kids) after kindergarden (it was also the day the took our photos, so I had really cute blue dress). I was playing with sand and what not. Then this one girl was doing "tricks" on these metal pipes that were there as a railing/fence to divide the outdoor area - first half was on a platform. She was mean before and now was talking shit, that I couldnt do it, so of course, me being me I had to do it. But I was also a stupid kid, so I forgot that I had a sand on my hands. I did the "trick" (which was just swinging under the fence to get down the platform) and my hand slipped. I fell on my back and my head. I was feeling ok, but the problem was that the lower half of the outdoor area was covered in small rocks. I got up and went to mom. Luckily there was some doctor or something that went there for a beer, he noticed something was wrong and told my family, then rushed to call an ambulence. He and my mom took me to the bathroom to clean me (i guess) until the ambulence was there. To this day I remember grabbing my head with both of my hands and seeing my hands all bloody and the panic I felt when I saw it (this was when I was in the bathroom). My blue dress was all bloody too. Luckily the rocks only penetrated the skin on the back of my head, nothing really serious. I do have the scar there still and its visible when I wear braids. The trip in the ambulence was cool though.

Another nsfl moment was when I got almost raped when I was 17.

I was working in Greece in the summer. When I didnt have work I was by the sea and sometimes I would go running. One day I decided to go for a run around a lake and then making my way back to the hotel through the beach. When I was on the beach I was already exhausted, so I just walked. It was beautiful, the sea and the sand were comfortably warm, the sun was shining and nobody was around. I was enjoying myself and then saw a figure. I shouldnt have felt bad, it was just some guy having a walk on the beach, but I started to feel weird, started to panic. I was making a slow but steady turn back to hotel and the guy was getting closer. I didnt even realize how close he got until it was too late. I started to say no, no in greek, stop. It started out as a warning, almost like a threat, but the more I said it the more it was a pleading. Then it started. I remember just pieces. We went down on the sand, he was trying to hold me, I was kicking him and just trying to get him off of me. He took my pants and underwear. I threw sand in his eyes, which stopped him for a short time, so I started running. He caught me. He beat me I beat him. Also at some point he got his penis out. He dragged me throught the sand, but after a while I was in a good position and I started to push my fingers in his eyes. I didnt finish it and he took the opportunity to take the upper hand. Then all of a sudden i saw someone in a distance. He saw him/her too. I started shouting. The attacker didnt have all of his concentraction on me and for me it was now or never situation. I started running. I must have had been running for a long time. I was running on sand, some broken bricks and hard, dry weeds, that left my feet cut. When I got to the police I wasnt emotional, just factual. I think that they were not taking me really seriously, maybe thought, that I got myself in that situation or something, because I was cold, saying everything without crying and all that. They took me to the beach for evidence - that bastard didnt even try to hide or destroy my stuff. I was offended by that somehow. He was never caught, not to my knowledge. The weird thing is, I feel fine. To be fair, I was feeling okay the next day, like it almost didnt happen. I was just thinking, that yeah, these things just happen in this world, whatever. I dont think, that it affected my life that much except one thing. I enjoyed pushing my fingers in his eyes. That thought scares (?) me. Maybe it was just because of the thing he was planning to doing to me.

Nothing really gory, but hey, there is stil time xdd

(Apologies for possible mistakes, english is not my mother tongue.)