I remember when I was 4 years old my brother and I where fighting for the softest couch in the hours. We where currently at our babysitters house and it was playtime. There was a black sofa that was meant for one individual and we called it king of the castle. The individual that sat in it would be the leader and tell all of the other children what to do. My older brother was sitting in the chair and he was in the chair for a long time so I began to pry him off of it. As I began pulling him from his arms, he places his feet on my chest and donkey kicks me and I go flying. I hit the back of my head on the corner of a dresser, but I didn't feel the pain, I just felt a warm fluid flow down my neck. Out of curiosity I touched it and observed it. I started crying because of the sight of blood. The way I remember this is by watching myself go through that experience. I could see myself touching the back of my head, but than it goes into first person, I see my 4-year-old hand covered in blood. That image was the most vivid image of the whole sequence. The trip to the hospital I remember are just photos in my memory, I just remember having my head caressed by my mother and my father telling me to stop crying and be a man. But the second most vivid memory of that story was me asking the doctor that just stapled my head shut for a balloon, and he looked baffled. Instead of a balloon though, he blew up a glow tied it and gave it to me. The last thing I remember is my brother getting ahold of the glove balloon and popping it, after that, everything goes blank. I do not remember anything else earlier than that and maybe that is because I sustained a head injury. I look back at baby pictures before the incident and I look at the pictures as if what I am witnessing is news to me. I do not remember doing anything of the sort, but I remember virtually all of the pictures after the incident.
In terms of personality, I would say that I am exactly the same, I still fight with my brothers and instigate until my heart's content. I look for confrontation only because I love them and we still have the same strong relationship, so it is very safe to say that I am exactly the same person as I was when the incident occurred. Other interesting information could be that my older brother has been the reason of all of my hospital trips, various concussions and a split scull.
