“Trip” to the E.R.

When I was just two years old I was at my grandma’s house with my dad, aunt, and grandma waiting for my mother to get back from work. I was at the age where I could walk, but my legs were too short to move quickly. Like any other kid, I was very ticklish and my family loved to play around and chase me, trying to tickle me, as I laughed and ran away. 

One day, while we were at my grandma’s, my aunt was doing exactly this. I was running away from her throughout the living room. As I turned my head to see how far she was I tripped over my feet and hit my nose off of the coffee table. I was my parents’ only child at the time so my dad was terrified as blood poured from my nose. My dad made a thirty minute drive to the hospital in about half the time as I sat on my aunt’s lap covering my nose with a rag. 

When we got to the hospital my mom was there waiting, overreacting as any other first-time parent. I was taken inside and cleaned up, but there was no need for stitches. Now all I’m left with is this scar sitting perfectly in the crease of my nose, hardly noticeable.