One of the earliest memories i can think of was when i was in maybe first or second grade. Idk. Maybe before then. But i was at sams house. We've known eachother since forever and have been bestfriends for a long time. We yes trying to build something out of a few pieces of wood and i was in charge of hammering in the nails. We had no clue what we were doing and probably weren't the smartest people ever. I swung back the hammer to hit a nail and it never came back forward to collide with the nail head. It was stuck in his forehead...
That wasn't a good day of summer. I freaked out and didn't know what to do, and he was pale and bleeding out of his head. We ran up to the front door and got his parents and they rushed him to the hospital. I spent the next few days scared if his parents hated me or not. He still has the scar today. The end.
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