I was 3 years old. I lived in an apartment building, and someone from another apartment was getting amrried. I remember our building decorated with lights for the event. I remember the dusky sky. My brother and I had gone outside to see the wedding car which was decorated with flowers. My brother had told me something and ran into the building and I ran after him. And I fell on the first few steps of the stairs.
I remember the stairs felt cold. I remember my Dad running up to me. I remember the feel of being in his arms as he ran to take me to an emergency. I had cut my chin. I remember looking down and seeing blood tripping down from where my dad was holding my chin. But what makes this memory extraordinary is that I dont remember the feel of the pain at all. I remember hearing my Mom crying, can still almost hear it, but I dont remember crying myself. I find it interesting how I can remember alot of details but I cannot remember any of things I felt at that point.
I have a painful memory, only I wasn't the injured one. My brother and I were playing in the backyard of a distant relative. We were ages two and five. In the center of the yard, there stood an extremely unsafe trampoline. Despite the potential danger, I had a super time jumping on it. My brother wanted to have a super time too. After he got on, I jumped. He flew into the air and hit his forehead on the outer metal frame. My parents rushed him to the hospital. I might have thought that he had deserved it. Horrible, I know.
-- Edited by 102intro on Wednesday 26th of October 2011 08:26:12 AM
