Mine would probably be a time in the 6th grade, where while I was running away from someone (in a game of tag) and slammed my head on a branch. It was a pretty hot day, so at first I thought the stuff running down my forehead was sweat, but it was blood. I was taken up to the sick bay, and almost fainted. My dad came out of work to take me to the hospital, and upon closer inspection from a nurse it was revealed, pretty anti-climatically that it was just a scratch. A bit of the glue that they apply for cuts and I was on my way home. It was actually pretty sweet getting to go home since it was a Friday.
Submitted March 11, 2018 at 12:17PM by IronyOverTheInternet http://ift.tt/2FzvuXz
