by Mei Asari

It was 8 years ago when I cut my forehead. It happened at my house in Japan, and I was 7 years old. I'm not sure if the day was a Sunday but I think it was, because I remember I was playing outside, and I was going to elementary school, and so my only free time was on Sundays . I think the time was around 5:00 P.M. or 6:00 P.M. because around that time I was tired so I went back inside. I slipped on the front of the stairs and then I hit my forehead but I didn't think that it was serious. But the next thing I knew, I was bleeding on my forehead, about 2 milliliters. per second. Then I cried and cried with pain, screamed, and ran into my house.

My mother gave first aid to me and she tried to call an ambulance but I said to her, "No! don't call an ambulance! I don't like ambulances." I don't remember exactly why I didn't like ambulances, but I was so scared. Then my mom called a taxi and I went to the hospital. They put 5 stitches in my forehead and two weeks later my forehead healed. I still have a scar on my forehead.

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