i was climbing on a bicycle rack, (this was in the netherlands btw) and then i slipped because it had rained earlier (this was when i was a child) and i got a massive hole in my chin, i had to first glue in together, wich didnt work since a moved to much, and then we had to get 5 stitches on my face, it still reminds me to this day.
second story:
i was playing around, when i saw a pitbull (withouth mask in a play area)
i (the dumb child i was) ran around it and it thought i was playing with him, so he bit me in one of my buttocks, the woman who had the dog didnt even offer to help me like lets say to the hospital, i had to go with public transport, she even asked for pictures of the wound (weirdo!) and the funniest part was, that i didnt cry, (it didnt go that deep lucky me) i was signaling my mom that i got bitten by a bulldog, my mom (who was talking to her friend, gave me the all to famous signal that she was busy with talking) her friend said to look at me and let me talk, i said i was bitten by a pitbull, she was like, what?, and i repeated myself, its a weird incident, wich didnt make me fear dogs.
i was playing around, when i saw a pitbull (withouth mask in a play area)
i (the dumb child i was) ran around it and it thought i was playing with him, so he bit me in one of my buttocks, the woman who had the dog didnt even offer to help me like lets say to the hospital, i had to go with public transport, she even asked for pictures of the wound (weirdo!) and the funniest part was, that i didnt cry, (it didnt go that deep lucky me) i was signaling my mom that i got bitten by a bulldog, my mom (who was talking to her friend, gave me the all to famous signal that she was busy with talking) her friend said to look at me and let me talk, i said i was bitten by a pitbull, she was like, what?, and i repeated myself, its a weird incident, wich didnt make me fear dogs.
third story, i was biking around with my father, when i fell on my hand, (my steering wheel was turned a whole 360 degrees) and i fell because my steering wheel when into the pocket of my fathers pants, he was holding me while i was biking around with him, i had a wound n my hand, wich was bleeding a bit, then i went to some play place to ask the attendees for help, they covered it up and made the wound a bit better, they told me not to look at the wound, ofcourse i didnt, and then i went to the hospital, my childhood was weird.