I have a half-inch scar right in the middle of my forehead.
I can't remember the exact age but I was around 3 or 4 and I was playing in our living room. I was trying to be Superman and I had tied a towel around my neck to act as my cape. You know it's impossible to fly without some sort of cape. So, I jumped off of our lazy boy chair directly into the fire place into a forest of trophies we had lining the damn thing. I split my forehead right open.
The only memory I have is my Mom sitting me on top of the kitchen counter freaking out, crying and screaming for my Dad. My Mom cleaned the wound with hydrogen peroxide and bandaged me up with gauze and I remember her telling my Dad, "We need to take him to the hospital right now" and him saying, "He is a boy. Stuff like this is going to happen. He's going to live and we are not taking him to the hospital for a flesh wound." He won.
I have a couple co-workers who have small children and they take them to the emergency room for fucking anything these days. 99 degree temperature? CALL FUCKING LIFE-FLIGHT!! I can't imagine what is going to happen when the boys get into some shit like I did back in the day but then again it will probably never happen because children are so fucking coddled these days and there are so many rules and regulations and shit.
But yeah, that is how I got the scar right in the middle of my forehead.
I can't remember the exact age but I was around 3 or 4 and I was playing in our living room. I was trying to be Superman and I had tied a towel around my neck to act as my cape. You know it's impossible to fly without some sort of cape. So, I jumped off of our lazy boy chair directly into the fire place into a forest of trophies we had lining the damn thing. I split my forehead right open.
The only memory I have is my Mom sitting me on top of the kitchen counter freaking out, crying and screaming for my Dad. My Mom cleaned the wound with hydrogen peroxide and bandaged me up with gauze and I remember her telling my Dad, "We need to take him to the hospital right now" and him saying, "He is a boy. Stuff like this is going to happen. He's going to live and we are not taking him to the hospital for a flesh wound." He won.
I have a couple co-workers who have small children and they take them to the emergency room for fucking anything these days. 99 degree temperature? CALL FUCKING LIFE-FLIGHT!! I can't imagine what is going to happen when the boys get into some shit like I did back in the day but then again it will probably never happen because children are so fucking coddled these days and there are so many rules and regulations and shit.
But yeah, that is how I got the scar right in the middle of my forehead.