I figured the girl hit my head acting like a princess, on purpose. In the end, I remembered to check my face.
I didn't have too much trouble containing myself, at all, since. I fell -on- my head when I was skinny and strong in gymnastics on the hard floor by the foam pit. I was 8, probably, the age I quit, turned 9. No problem, but at 5 I got stitches under my chin, didn't hurt when I slipped in the bathtub hiding to surprise my mom, who stayed with my brother during the painful pro-cess
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