A Stitch In Time

Me and the two who told me I could fly!
Donna, Me, Megan

We moved into our house shortly after you turned 3 years old. You, Donna, and Megan all shared the upstairs room bedroom. Donna slept in a twin bed and you and Megan shared a bunk bed. The floor was hard linoleum and for whatever reason your sweet sisters I believe told you that you could fly if you jumped off the top bunk bed. Well guess what, you didn’t fly you fell flat face first or should I say chin first on the hard floor. I don’t remember you crying very much, my guess is your sisters made sure you didn’t cry too much, but you came downstairs blood all over the place. Dad and I got you cleaned up a little and could tell you needed a few stitches. Dad and I packed all four of you girls into the car and off to Akron Children’s Hospital we went. When we got to the hospital they said you did need stitches but we had to wait a little bit. I went back with you and Dad stayed out in the waiting room with the other girls. You were so brave you never cried even when they gave you the Novocain shot you were very brave. When they started to stitch up your chin you squeezed my hand really hard so I asked if it hurt and the nurse got ticked at me and said all parents ask that and it just upsets the child. I said you had squeezed my hand so I was just checking, she was nice after that. You ended up with 13 stitches internally and externally you were a real champ and didn’t cry and didn’t let it bother you at all.
The story above is told by Mom. The only thing that I remember of the whole thing is that my sisters did tell me I could fly and the huge Popsicle wall at the hospital. I don’t know if the Popsicle wall is in fact real, but for some reason I remember the hospital people taking me to a wall full of popsicles and telling me I could pick out six. One for each member of my family. Then I remember showing them the popsicles I picked out for them and no one wanted to eat them so I got to eat all six of them. Now that I am thinking about it, it probably didn’t really happen, but it’s a great memory. Oh, and I also remember the ice cubes that we had to put on my chin where those plastic ones that you can freeze I again. I always thought those were the coolest. That’s all I remember about splitting my chin open.