When I was about five years old,
visiting my mom with my other siblings, we were all taking a walk
in the park. That day there was a bicycle
tournament around the park and through it. To avoid getting hit,
my mom had told us all to move out of the way, to go onto one side
of the sidewalk or the other. I couldn't decide which side
to go on, because at the time it seemed to me to be a big decision.
While I was pacing back and forth, from one side
of the sidewalk to the other, all of about 50 bikes went flying down
the sidewalk. Unfortunately I happened
to be right in the middle of their way. I was run over by all the bikes.
My head got caught in the spokes of the bikes. I suffered from severe
head injuries.
My head was split open, and I had to have about 20 stitches.
This was my first real medical situation. |