Before my family and i lived in worthington, we used to live in dublin, ohio. I lived in dublin until the third grade. one of the cool things about our house in dublin, is that it had this really long hallway. me and my brother would race down the hallway and jump into a beanbag chair if you won. well one day my brother, ryan, had been beaten me everytime.
we lined up at the end of the hall, my heart pounding from the time before, with adrenaline pumping from being excited to run again. we said go and took off down the hall way. we were like two race cars screaming the down the track. i was on the left and ryan was on the right, and right before we reached the living room, ryan seemed to find a little extra juice and pull ahead. i wasnt going to let him beat me again so i him at a 45 degree angle away from me. as soon as i pushed him i knew exactly what i had done. i see ryan leave his feet, soaring through the air like a bird, and crash landing on his forehead right on the corner of the fireplace. i didnt even get to jump in the bean bag chair because ryan was screaming and blood was pouring out of his forehead. i screamed for my mom and dad who were already in the room from ryan screaming. they grabbed a towel and ice and stuck it on his forehead which made him scream louder. i felt so bad i was crying and hoping he was going to be ok.
we took him to the hospital and he got 6 stiches on his forehead, and to this day he still had a upside down 'V' shaped scar on his forehead from the fireplace.
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