My Worst Injury
My worst injury happened when I was around 5 years old. I was in an Italian restaurant in New York City. I got up to go to the bathroom with my mom and sister. On the way up the stairs, I tripped and fell face first into a metal flowerpot, it sliced open my lip, and bruised my two front teeth. There was blood every where, and I was crying, "I have band aids!" because there were band aids in my pocket. I got in a car with my dad and uncle, and we drove to the hospital. In the hospital, they held me down and stitched my lip, me screaming the whole time.
Article posted December 3, 2010 at 01:19 PM •
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