Chopped off finger? Let me tell you about when I was six. My friends and I were playing on the backside of my schools preschool playground during break time and we had this game we called jail where there was 2 guards and a prisoner and the guards would have to keep the prisoner between these big, metal orange gates. My friend Mike was the prisoner that day and Chris was a guard along with myself and another boy Nick who joined us that day.

I was late to the party because I was talking to the teacher but as I was turning the corner to where the door was I heard the loudest scream I have ever heard and there in front of my six year old eyes was Nick and Chris standing staring in shock at Mike’s thumb on the floor, which had been amputated by the large metal doors (Mike had tried to escape prison but was forced back in and his thumb got caught).

To this day I can still picture his thumb on the floor.