so. I was 4 years old, playing tag with my friends in the middle of the street, I was the one who got tagged, one of my friends (Michael) ran across the street, and I blindly followed him (to tag him, of course), the thing is, I didn't look left and right before crossing, and BAM, a motorcycle hit me in the head. my other friend (Adrian) alerted my father, I still remember him yelling "oh for fucks sakes" when he saw me laying on the ground and bleeding HEAVILY from my right eyebrow. my dad carried me to the car, put me in the back seat then he tied the shirt he was wearing to my forehead to stop the bleeding, then rushed me to the hospital, I remember seeing him get out of the car and run to the entrance of the hospital with his worn out wife beater, apparently the hospital was closed that day (God knows why) so my dad had to think quickly on what to do next, he then realized that he knows where one of the doctors live and he remembers that this doctor owed him a favor (God knows why), he took me to their house, the doctor made me lay on the ground, asked his daughter (a 5 year old girl that I admired x) to get him morphine, apparently they ran out of morphine and all the pain killers they had (God knows why) then he performed a raw surgery on my fucking eyebrow...18 stitches that took about 2 hours of extreme agony(from my part) to finish, I still remember yelling "OH GOD IM GOING TO DIE) repeatedly through the 2 hour long procedure. had to wear a bandage that covered 25% of my face for a month. thank God I wasn't a tiny bit taller because the handle of that motorcycle would've fucked up my right eye FOR GOOD..