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  • The picture frame was forever stained with blood.

    The instant change in light completely blinded me for a second. The searing pain had me seeing red even with my eyelids clenched completely shut. It was the strangest feeling to get cut while in mid air. Shocks were sent up and down my spine. I could hear everyone laughing inside the house, unaware of the stupid accident that was happening outside. I hit the ground hard, which only caused me more pain. I don't remember my thoughts. Quite honestly, I doubt I was able to hear any thoughts at all over the sound my own high-pitched cries. I braved a look at my foot, but almost immediately turned away and began to scream louder. My entire pinky toe was engulfed in red, mushy liquid that seeped onto the black pavement. It was a hot day out and the driveway was burning my legs. Altogether, it was a traumatic experience for a seven year old kid.

    Seven stitches. Seven years old. It was pretty ironic. Looking back, it's one of the clumsiest mishaps in my whole life. Who jumps off of coffee tables just to ride on a scooter? Better question: Who put the picture frames on the table in just the right place that it'd clip the side of my foot?

    Whenever I look at that hooked scar on my foot, I laugh. Boy, was I a stupid kid. But honestly, the real idiot was the one who decided to stack hazardous objects on my glass trampoline.

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