Story #1
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When I was 4 I was sleeping and rolled off my bed onto a dismantled computer that my brother was working on. It cut me knee through the skin, Muscle, And bone. I had to grab a T-Shirt and rap it around my knee tight and had my dad drive me to the Hospital, They didn't knock me out or anything. They just laid me on a bed, Covered my leg so I didn't see it, And stitched it back up. It hurt so bad having someone stretch the skin on your knee and then stitching it together.
Story #2
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When I was 8 years old I was riding the handle bars of my brothers bike while he pedaled. We past a pitbull that escaped from his owner and he chased us down. Our bike eventually fell over and the pitbull ran away. I blacked out for about 10 minutes and my brother was freaking out like crazy because he thought I was dead. I ended up having to walk the bike home with my brother which was about 2 miles away. The side of my face after a few days was just a giant scab.
Story #3
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Last year I was playing football with my brother and my grandpa. My brother threw it to me so fast that when I put my hand up to grab it, It broke, Dislocated, And twisted the bone inside my pinkie all the way around. When it hit my hand I yelled "I THINK I JUST BROKE MY FINGER! I CAN'T MOVE IT!" My grandpa that it was just jammed and kept pulling on it making it worse. When I got to my doctor to have her fix it she didn't numb my finger or anything and just aggressively twisted the crap out of my finger and then putting a cast on it.