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When I was like four, i used to build pyramids out of glasses - on one occasion (and prolly my last), the baby sitter distracted me... needless to say, the pyramid came toppling down, shattered glass everywhere - and one got me in the fore arm... got 10-12 stitches (dont know how many actually - i dont remember, and the scar is beginnning to grow faint).
On another occasion, prolly a year and a half later, everytime my dad came home from work, we used to play hide-and-seek. So this one time, he came home, and I sped off to hide somewhere, and slipped... landed with my chin on the cold hard floor, and got like 4 stitches.
On some other occassion, I was riding my bike outside my house (and we live in a hill), so the slope was fairly steep... I fell off the bike and landed face-first on the ground until I came to a stop. My left cheek was a total mess, you could see the living flesh... You can still see some little scars from where I scraped my cheek against the ground...
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