END-TABLE!!!!.... crash!

I remember when I was about 4 years old [31 years ago...(ouch)] chasing Jude and Joe around inside the house...... We were told not to do this but.... we did. And yes.... I went head first into the end-table…. Still have the scar.

I was bleeding a lot from the forehead… I remember my father taking me upstairs to the bathroom and putting a damp washcloth on my head. My Nan came in and took over (of course). I was OK until I saw that my Nan had a worried look on her face. Then she said this word I’d never heard (used for people), “stitches”. I don’t remember much after this…

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