forehead. When I was but a wee lad, my mom told me to wake my dad up, he was napping. So I go running into the room and jump on him. Of course, he is startled and bolts upright . . . but I'm on his chest so I get catapulted across the room headfirst into a bookshelf.
Haha, I still remember crying, not knowing I was bleeding, putting my face in a pillow and taking it off, and seeing a ridiculous amount of blood. It was frightening.
haha.
Another forehead stiches injury, my older sister was swinging my around by my feet and lost her grip (or just let go, we were at each other's throats back then) and I flew into a coffee table headfirst.
Good times.
Haha, I still remember crying, not knowing I was bleeding, putting my face in a pillow and taking it off, and seeing a ridiculous amount of blood. It was frightening.
haha.
Another forehead stiches injury, my older sister was swinging my around by my feet and lost her grip (or just let go, we were at each other's throats back then) and I flew into a coffee table headfirst.
Good times.