I remember when I was about 5 years old going to the county fair with my Aunt and cousin. We went through the fun house mirrors and I forgot to stick my hands out in front of me. My cousin was far ahead of me so I tried running to catch up and kept smashing my face into the mirrors. I came out with blood all over and became really woozy. I remember being walked to an ambulance and waking up a couple hours later in the hospital. Apparently nothing was broken, I just had a really bad nose bleed. I think this memory is remembered because it was traumatic. I still get woozy today when I see blood so I don't think that part of my personality has changed.
