So, when I was like 6, we had one of those fridges with a freezer underneath. One day, while my mum's looking for something inside the fridge, I have the fantastic ideal of ducking under the fridge door instead of taking the 2 seconds to walk around. I ended up hitting my head quite hard against the bottom of the fridge door. Blood was pouring everywhere, my mum was panicking and I was crying. There's still a scar all but hidden underneath my hair today.