Another week of work is over with.
I’ve been very busy, to say the least.
But as Ray would say, another day, another dollar.
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I remember this one time when I was three. It’s one of my
first solid memories. It was evening time and I didn’t want to go to bed. So as
my mother was busy doing things before she came back to put me to bed, I got up
on the king size big and bouncy bed. I jumped on it, knowingly doing it against
her will. It was so fun though. Especially since I knew I wasn’t supposed to. I
thought I was so smart. The next thing I know though, my foot slipped off the
side of the bed and I fell with the full force of a jump nailing my chin on the
bedside table. It split it wide open and blood began to flow everywhere. I
started screaming/crying knowing that I would be in trouble and from the pain.
My mother got some gauze and we raced off to the hospital. I was crying and
screaming nearly the whole way there. I got to the hospital and I don’t
remember too much until I figured out that they were going to put a needle
through my skin and literally sew me up. I didn’t think that was cool at all
and I started to flail and scream. It got so bad that they put me in a straight
jacket. The doctor seemed extremely evil to me as he ran the needle through my
chin, pulling it up in front of my eyes. It was very traumatic. In fact, that
whole hospital experience could probably explain a lot…
-Andrew
Stepping Back 