HI!-OH!

I laid there, heart pounding, pulsing, beating in my ears. "Was I unconcious?" No. I slowly tried to raise to my feet, falling and stumbling. As I staggered around on the wood chip floor amongst the children of blurred faces, I regained thought. What had just happened? I couldn't tell yet. I knew something had fallen on my head. Surely it wasn't an anvil. Had my teeth been knocked out? I smeared my hand across my face, hoping not to see red when I pulled away. Luckily, blood hid from view. I braced against a swing set, pausing for a moment to actually breathe. One last time I would check for a wound before I started to look for the incident. I wiped my teeth to insure they all still remained, when I found blood. "Oh no!" I wiped them over and over, telling myself that it wasn't true. My teeth were okay, but a drop of blood dripped from my eyebrow, and hit the ground. My head. I felt myself forehead, and touched a liquid, undoubtedly blood. My hand moved closer to the top of my skull, and the liquid grew heavier and thicker. Something had hit me on the head.

I knew I had to find a person to help, because I wouldn't last long. The teacher was on the other side of the playground, too far away for me. My buddy Jason, also on the other side, was walking my way. I could make it to him first, but someone stopped me. A little guy named Tim was holding my arm, trying to stabilize me. I heard only mumbles as he was attempting to speak to me. Blood had now filled my ears. I jammed my finger in to try and free the ear from blood. Tim said,"I'm soooo sorry man. I just jumped off the bridge, and you were there."

And with that, I snatched away and stumbled to Jason. The rest is fuzzy. I remember sitting in the coaches office while she damped my head with a alcohol pad. I laid in the front office floor, waiting on my parents to take me to the emergency room. I woke up hours later with stitches in the top of my head.

The single most vivid injury in or on my head. Third grade. Winter. P.E.