So, my twin sister, when she was two years old, was sitting on a swing with my older brother, who was only a slightly bigger child at the time, and he was trying to get the swing
going and fell off on top of my sister. Her top teeth dug into her chin when
she fell and had to get stitches, and now she is forever cursed
with a faint line on her chin. Fast forward a couple of years, and she was on the trampoline with me, my brother, and some other friends, and we were just going at it, and Faith said “Guys you’re bouncing me too high! I’m gonna–” *crack* She was in a wheelchair the next couple of months and became the most popular girl in school overnight …until she was all better. But all those injuries are kind of understandable. Mine however, wasn’t. So I had a hamster once, and one day I was cleaning its glass cage outside and I had it flipped upside down. and I thought, “I wonder if I can stand on that?” *glass breaks* *screaming* There was blood everywhere. The hamster had to live in an old cage and it was all my fault. But hey, I didn’t need stitches,
and I have a scar on my foot forever.