l.michelle
Posted : 9/28/2008 6:45:59 PM
well, most of this was my brother, not me.
First, when I was first brought home from hospital as a baby, my mother put me on the huuuge round kitchen table in my carrier. My brother started climbing the counter, she turned for a second to grab him (he was right beside her) and I tipped off the table and fractured my skull for the first time.
Then, when I was maybe about a month old, my brother was 2, they had a lot of commercials about phoning the police and what not. My brother phoned the police and said "baby's in the bathtub" lol my mother was bathing me. The police showed up at our house, and nearly broke down the door to get in lol.
When I was maybe 3? or 4? I was playing outside on the front lawn with my brother and the girl across the street. All I remember was my mother coming out and frantically asking where my brother went, and she told me I pointed at a house across the street and down a few houses, my mother ran over, ran into this house without knocking and came out with my brother. This man my parents didn't know told my brother there were puppies and had lured him into his house. My mother got there before anything bad happened.
When I was about 4 or so, my mother would get me up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. And while I was sitting on the toilet my father phoned (he was at a bachlor party lol) and so my mother was on the phone in the kitchen with him, when she heard BANG. I fell asleep sitting on the toilet, fell forward and smashed my head against the bathtub. Fractured my skull for the second time.
When I was about 4/5 my brother and I had this genius idea of bringing his mattress down to the bottom of the stairs, and playing batman, by jumping off the top of the stairs and onto the mattress. I jumped the wrong way, and hit my head on the side of the big wooden buffett thing we had and fractured my skull for the third time lol.