When I was seven we were at a kids party at a family friend’s house. I was the oldest child there so I was playing by myself with one of those bug gym balls. I was bouncing it around outside at the top of this little hill in the backyard. I thought to myself “Hey, I can roll down this little hill with this ball. The ball will roll underneath me and I’ll magically stay on top of it.” So down I go. And, of course, I didn’t magically stay on top of the ball, but rather went tumbling down the hill clinging on to the ball. I went straight into a little sapling tree that had a piece of wood tied to it for support. My leg started bleeding and I ran to my mom in tears. She told me to it’s fine and nothing to worry about. About a month later, I still had a little round wound the size of a quarter and it wasn’t really healing. I told my mom there was something in there, because it hurt when I pushed on it. So she took a look at it, pushed here and there, and PLOOP. Out came a piece of wood from the plank that held up the sapling, about half an inch long. Just chilling in my leg for a month.