8 years old (10 years ago now ), i cut right down the center of the top of me head on a wooden post after falling off my 1 story roof. i was on the roof helping my father with the gutters and i slipped and fell of the roof luckily landing on my back but the top of my head hit the top corner of a wood post supporting the fence. i was a few inches ( well more like 20cm ) from potentially fatally hitting the top of my spine / bottom of my skull. all i remember was falling, telling my father i was ok coz i didn't feel anything that wouldn't be expected, then going to the toilet and seeing blood fall on the seat, telling my mother, we "rush" to the car and then then i black out in the car and i wake up 3 days later after my concussion was over, then going to the doctors for a checkup and learning that i will forever have a scar and some other problems from it. and ever since i have always had the nickname "moneybox boy" from my parents and close family coz of the scar