This incident
while I was living at 4022 Fullington Street in Oakland, California, happened
when I was maybe 2 to 3 years of age.
Our hallway
leading from the living room to the bedroom was hardwood floors. My father and
brother would put on socks and take a run down the carpeted hallway and when
they hit the waxed hardwood floor they would slide down the hallway and into
the bedroom at the end of the hall.
That looked
like so much fun for little me did the same thing. I stayed upright and slid
all the way down the hallway and into the bedroom only to hit the sharp corner
of a large wooden table in the bedroom. That opened a gash in my forehead that
required being taken to the Emergency Room and getting stitched up.
To this day
60 years later I can still see that table corner flying toward my forehead.
After I got
stitched up I was fine. We were playing in the living room, which was carpeted,
and this was about a week after I hit my head initially, so I wasn’t totally
healed up yet. I tripped and of course slammed my head into the coffee table
right on the very same spot where I busted open my head previously and had
stitches.
Mom rushed me
back to the Emergency Room and I had to get stitched up again. Twice in two
weeks. Man that sucks.
I’ve never
had any incidents like that again so I am fortunate. I also learned not to take
stupid risks like I did back then when I was a little kid.
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