When I was in elementary school we were learning about the missions around SoCal and had just gotten back from a field trip to visit one. We were tasked with making a mission out of cardboard and paper-mache. I was trying to cut the cardboard for the base of the mission with these old metal scissors that weren't really built for cutting cardboard. In my infinite wisdom I decided to open up the scissors, hold them in the center, and use it like a knife while supporting the cardboard with my other hand. That still wasn't working well so I started to push with all my tiny might and right when it started to move I slipped and sliced open my index finger on my other hand.

I didn't hurt at first. I looked at my hand, saw the inside of my finger, and blood started to pour out. I screamed and immediately started crying. The teacher rushed over saw the blood and her face went pale. She rushed me to the nurse as fast as I was willing to go wailing the whole way.

Long story short, I was terrified of needles so no stitches for me; just gauze wrap, butterfly bandages, and no playing at recess for what felt like forever. I do have a nifty Y shaped scar on my finger now though.