<human>: So this event actually took place a long time ago back when I was in the 3rd grade. During Lunchtime we were having a break and we were playing on the playground. Well the whitest kid I know had been taking Taekwondo lessons. He wanted to show off and asked to show me some of his moves on me. So he wraps his leg around mine and shoves me chest back so I trip and fall and land on my head. Well where we were I smashed my head on the concrete curb surrounding the playground. The impact ended up cracking my head open. So my mom had to rush over and take me to the E.R. So I went into the building and they told me they would have to staple my head because my hair was too long to glue it. So the guy comes in and puts a numbing agent to stop the pain. Now, I don't know if this guy was too busy jerking off or what, but he didn't put nearly enough so when the guy ended up stapling the back of my head I felt all of the pain from it. I ended up leaving the Hospital with 7 staples in the back of my head. The kid who did it never even apologized to me, and I have never talked to him since then. Something about having to be rushed to the E.R. doesn't make you want to hang out with that person.

So I actually went back to my Elementary School a few years ago and I could actually still see the faded blood stain of where the impact had happened.

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<bot>: trusted someone to show me some Taekwondo ended up having to go to E.R. to get 7 staples in the back of my head.