I cracked my head open

One Christmas my sister got a scooter for a present. The next day I was riding it and seeing how fast it would go. Apparently I rode over a stone.

Down came the scooter and I onto the concrete, purple, front steps of our house. I lay there unable to move. I cried out of pain and the need for help.

My sister ran into the house and got our parents. They took me into the dining room and cleaned up forehead. Dad decided I needed to go to the doctors and we all piled into the car.

When we got to the doctors Dad and I went in. Mum and my sister stayed in the car. They said they could hear me screaming in the car outside the surgery as the doctor stitched my forehead.

The real regret of the whole episode was that the next day we were suppose to go away on holiday and it was decided we shouldn’t go.