Our story begins in a quaint little house in Illinois. It was my parents’ friend’s house. Unfortunately, due to it being a place for adults and one toddler, it wasn’t very great for three year old me. I was bored out of mind, sitting next to a potted plant on a glass table, well resting on an old dirty couch. I thought to myself I’m bored what can I do oh wait let’s play hide and seek with the girls yay now I’m happy. Except for one little thing, that glass table, where I hid under, could only hold 50 pounds. The potted plant on top of the glass table, was 60. …show more content…
Shards of broken glass and clay came raining down on my fragile little head. There was a sickening noise as my left ear was split at the base, only hanging by a thread. The parents rushed saying to the others “What happened in here?”. Upon noticing the table and me they began going into histrionic hysterics. My mother yelled “We have to get him to the hospital!” the other parent, Melissa chimed in “I agree you take him and I’ll go clean this lace up.” My mother rushed me out of the house and into the car, I was knocked out the entire time these things were