Okay. So this Sunday story in actually a Monday story. I couldn't think of a story to tell yesterday. I've decided to tell a story from when I was four years old that left me with a 1 1/4" scar on my eyebrow.
When I was young, one of my rules was always "No running in the house". As much as I tried to obey, there is something about little feet that is hard to keep them at a walk. One particular Sunday I was with my mom and she reminded me not to run in the house. I ate a meal (don't remember if it was breakfast or lunch) with my mom, and as we were eating my friend who was at the house reminded me not to run in the house. After we were done eating I helped my mom clear the table. While I was cleaning I was reminded for yet a third time not to be running in the house. Well, as you probably already guessed, I promptly ran straight to the table to get the hot sauce. Right before I got to the table I slipped and smashed my eyebrow directly into the edge of the glass coffee table. Since it was a head wound it bled way more than if it had been anywhere else. Since I was only four it was pretty traumatizing to see all the blood. I remember blood getting in my eye and making everything red for a while. My mom sat with me for a while holding the skin together and comforting me. My friend went out on his bike riding from store to store trying to find butterfly band-aids. Since it was Sunday most stores were closed and it took him a while.
So, this story has a moral. Obey your parents. And also, running in the house isn't the smartest idea especially when you are short.
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