Writer's Block: Ah, Youth
Ah, this one is easy. The day my head was split open. I was five and we were at my grandparents cottage and my cousins and I decided to play behind the new cottage that was in the process of being built. Well, suffice it to say, that was terrible idea. My cousin found a nice, sharp rock, which he threw into the air and it landed right on my head. Mind you, I can't recall the pain because I think I was numb, but I do remember the moment and the stitches (OUCH!).