Myself
Well I guess that everybody's life is like a story, but mine is a very peculiar one. The farthest back I can remember is when I was three. I was chasing my little brother (his name was Matthew), when he slipped and hit the corner of his eye.
We rushed him to the hospital. The docter said that all he really needed was stitches. It was a very bad injury though. I felt so sorry for him.
When I was like three and a half I went to live with my Grandma Marge way out in the country. Don't ask me why I moved there. I simply don't know.
When I was four I was swinging my stethascope and it whacked me in my chin. I had to like get twelve stitches.
When I was seven I had to get casts on both of my legs.
By Madalaine