Day 28: A scar you have and it’s story:
I don’t have any scars, but I’ve had enough crashes with walls to make a story.
When I was about four, I was running through the kitchen to join Kayla outside when disaster struck. I had on slick cowboy boots, and slid on the floor head first straight into the wall. Mom says I had a giant goose egg on my head; I actually remember the few seconds of running just before I took the slam. Don’t remember that part. Mom took me to the emergency room after putting ice on me. All I remember at the hospital was some lady taking my blood pressure. I was alright after there, and came home the same day.
There are some other stories, but I won’t bother telling them. 😀