When I was I believe 4, our house was still being built, so our stairs did not have railings. My mom kept asking my dad to make them cause we have kids in the house, and he kept telling us he would do it. One day, it was around 11:00PM, and I couldn't fall asleep, so I came downstairs. But then I tripped off of the stairs. Luckily, my mom caught me, but I had bit through the part under my lip. It didn't hurt much I remember, but it was bleeding to hell. We went to the emergency room, where I got stitched there. But they like taped me down with this giant foam thing so I wouldn't move around. The lack of movement of my arms made me like pissed and scared. So I wiggled. Wiggled like no tomorrow. But I got to watch Toy Story, so I didn't notice the stitches. When we got back in the car, I asked mom if she was going to finish her tea, cause she left her tea out on the coffee table when we left. I dunno why I said that. .-.
