When I was in second grade, I came to my grandmas house after school. I asked my grandma if I could play at my cousins house, which was next door, and she said sure. I walked over and I saw a weel barrel, I asked them why it was there and they said they didn't know. They wanted me to push them in it, because I was the strongest and I hesitated at first but then I said 'okay, why not?' I was only 7 at the time and was stupid and Naïve and so I pushed them. The driveway was very old and there was multiple cracks in the pavement making it uneven and crooked. I pushed them up and down the drive way, making sure I didn't trip on the uneven part, But then I was talking to them as it started to get faster, not looking where I was stepping. I then tripped and the weel barrel fell forward with my cousins in it. I landed on the ground, my body fine and unharmed while my now bloody hands layed palm up, mangled, on the pavement. There was blood on my arms and on the ground as I sobbed, scared I was going to die as the-

as the- blood flowed, I turned my hands over and saw how bad my nails were. My middle and ring finger were the worst on my left hand, the bone clearly visible through my middle, the nail just scraped off a bit of my middle and index fingers on my right and left hand. I started screaming because of how bad the pain was, my cousin's mum coming outside as one cousin went inside to call my mum, which was at work, and the other asking if I was okay while trying to get the weel barrel up.

I shook my head, as the cousin that went inside came back out and handed the phone to their mum, as my mum franticly asked what was wrong, through the phone. Their mum had told her what had happened, or what she had heard from my cousins, as I lay on the ground, a bloody mess. My mum hung up the phone as their mum carried me inside, getting me bandaged and checking me for any other injuries as my mum drove from work to where we were. She told me she had to wash them to make sure I didn't get infections or anything, since she was a nurse, as she grabbed the bandages from the cabinet, telling me to hush in her strong, manly, southern accent.

And that's all I remember so yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh but I got a popsicle after the real doctors put on mah bandages ;>

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