08-19-2002, 05:13 AM
story #1
somewhere on the top of my head i have a small scar from getting hit on the head with a hammer. ( the end of the hammer that you take nails out with) i was 3 years old playing with some cousins ,when this crazy neighbor (he was about 7 or 8 at the time) started playing with us and said "lets see how fast you guys can run while i chase you with this", as he holds up the hammer. so we all start running around the above ground pool that was in the yard. well since we where splashing in the pool all day, it made the grass wet. everyone was older then i was, im the baby, so naturally they could run faster. i dont know how many laps i had ran around the pool before my little legs started to give out and then i slipped on the wet grass and the crazy neighbor boy clocked my in the center of my skull with the hammer. where all of our parents where i will never know....but i guess they heard my screams of pain, and my aunt came out side and quickly picked me up and ran me to my mom. then the 3 of us went to the hospital, i had to get a few stitches in my head...as soon as the doctor touched my head to sew me up...i went crazy and started biting and kicking and screaming. so then they doctor and nurses had to hold me down while they got the restraints and tied me to the bed. one had to hold my head straight as the doctor tried to stitch me up, cause i kept fighting it and biting and screaming. i was only 3 years old, and i remember it like it was yesterday.
somewhere on the top of my head i have a small scar from getting hit on the head with a hammer. ( the end of the hammer that you take nails out with) i was 3 years old playing with some cousins ,when this crazy neighbor (he was about 7 or 8 at the time) started playing with us and said "lets see how fast you guys can run while i chase you with this", as he holds up the hammer. so we all start running around the above ground pool that was in the yard. well since we where splashing in the pool all day, it made the grass wet. everyone was older then i was, im the baby, so naturally they could run faster. i dont know how many laps i had ran around the pool before my little legs started to give out and then i slipped on the wet grass and the crazy neighbor boy clocked my in the center of my skull with the hammer. where all of our parents where i will never know....but i guess they heard my screams of pain, and my aunt came out side and quickly picked me up and ran me to my mom. then the 3 of us went to the hospital, i had to get a few stitches in my head...as soon as the doctor touched my head to sew me up...i went crazy and started biting and kicking and screaming. so then they doctor and nurses had to hold me down while they got the restraints and tied me to the bed. one had to hold my head straight as the doctor tried to stitch me up, cause i kept fighting it and biting and screaming. i was only 3 years old, and i remember it like it was yesterday.