Gory Stories
It was early December, and I was up near Christopher Creek with my family. It had been snowing, and I had always wanted to shake a snow-covered tree. There was a small tree nearby that looked like the perfect one to shake, and so I did. But I wasn't paying attention to how I was shaking it and a tree branch impaled itself into my right wrist. I didn't even notice how bad it was until I pulled away from the tree and got back in the car, and I noticed that my wrist was bleeding out all over the carseat. I didn't tell my parents, and I didn't have a good way to take care of it until we got back to our cabin at Christopher Creek, so I ripped out a page from a book and taped it around my wrist. It didn't work at all and soaked completely through in about 10 minutes.
I have a scar on my right wrist where it got impaled, about an inch long vertically spanning from the base of my palm to right below my wristbone.
On New Year's Eve 2020, I was setting off confetti cannons at my Grandpa's house. I peeked over his fence over in the neighbor's yeard and saw that I got confetti in their yard. I wanted to go tell my mom, so I started running towards the glass door (which, for context, I thought was still open.). But, someone had closed it, and I ran face-first into it. After that, the cyst that had apparently been under my eyebrow for months that I thought was a pimple started getting bigger from running into the glass door. I got a shot in it that was supposed to make it smaller, but it just got bigger. So I went under surgery and got it removed. Luckily, it was benign, but if it had kept getting bigger, it would have killed me. Running into the glass door brought it to the surface which is why I'm alive to tell this story today.
When I was 3 years old, I was well aware that pouring boiling water down your legs was not a good idea. Yet, my dumb ass still decided to do it. I grabbed the whole pot of boiling water and poured it down my legs. Most of it missed my legs (thank Chuck) but the water that did hit gave me some permanent scars.
When I was in kindergarten, we had all just sat down to do some coloring. This girl and I both were using the same color colored pencil (seperate pencils, though), and we both set them down to use another one or something. When I went to grab mine, she grabbed hers, but I thought she had grabbed mine, and I got pissed. I took (what was actually my pencil) the colored pencil, sharpened it, and stabbed her in the thigh. She screamed and then I pulled it out when I realized that she had, in fact, took her own pencil, not mine. AGAIN, DO NOT CALL THE COPS. THIS ISSUE WAS RESOLVED AND NOTHING LEGAL HAPPENED TO ME OR TO THE GIRL. EVERYONE IS FINE AND THE SITUATION WAS HANDLED.