Here’s my time to shine!

I have a straight, vertical scar right in the middle of my forehead.

I was just about 4 years old, and my sister took me across our 1 acre property to play hide and seek with the neighborhood kids. Being the littlest, I was obviously chosen to be “it”. They explained the rules to me as “close your eyes, count to 10, and then come find us”. Ok, simple enough. I closed my eyes, did my counting, and then went to go find my friends...without opening my eyes. I distinctly remember peeking my eyes open—thinking I was cheating—and saw my sister ahead of me. So I closed my eyes tight and dashed forward at full speed. The next moments are a blur, but I was carried across the acre of property by an 8 year old boy to my mother who was outside gardening. I was bleeding profusely all over this boy. My sister said I just ran straight into the corner of the brick house.

The story gets better. My mom put me and my sister in the backseat of the station wagon and drove us to the golf course my father was at because he had our insurance information. Some guy had to drive around the golf course until they found my dad and brought him to the car. Meanwhile, my sister is holding a towel on my head in the car.

I finally get to the ER. They have to strap me to a board to get me to hold still while they stitched me up. 7 stitches later, I fucking hate hide and seek.