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This is a true story it was not made up in any way.

It was a Tuesday and I was four years old. I asked my mom if I could have a jar to collect lightning bugs (fireflies), so she gave me one. I ran to get my shoes on so I can go to my friend’s house to catch them. After I put my shoes on I ran out of the front door and down the sidewalk. By the time I noticed my shoes were untied I couldn’t stop I had tripped and fell on the glass jar. At that time my friends are yelling for their father, so he is running out of the house trying to pick me up. I am feeling blood running down my face and legs. I also was feeling a sharp pain in my left hand as if I was being stabbed by a pin. I’m being carried by my friend’s father to my house (a distance of two houses) and my mother is running to the car to bring me to the hospital while my dad is getting towels. I’m sitting on my dad’s lap while he is holding a towel on my head and leg. I’m holding another towel on my left hand because I found out that the sharp pain was actually a piece of glass in my hand. The ride to the hospital took about twenty minutes but felt like it took hours. When we pulled up to the hospital my dad ran me inside the crowded room and a nurse took me from my dad. The nurse made me lie down on a cold green bed-like table with a white paper on it. The doctor came in and looked at my cuts to see if any glass was still in there. He said that there wasn’t anymore glass in me so he bandaged my leg like a mummy and put a bandage on my forehead. He also gave my mom a few packets that look like the ones that have ketchup in them and told her to put that on my hand twice a day to heal the skin better. He gave her a prescription for me and then we left. There was an ice cream shop a crossed from the hospital so my mom drove us over there to get some ice cream. After we ate the ice cream we got back in the car and started to drive home when a car accident had just occurred so we had to wait for a long time before we could start moving again. We decided to stop by my grandparent’s house to tell them what had happened. I wanted to spend the night there and my grandmother wanted me there too since she hasn’t seen me in a while. My mom and dad left about an hour after we got there. My grandparents let me stay up later than I normally do because of what happened today. I became really tired around nine o’clock so I went to bed.
This is my memory. I still have the scars from that day.