My English Story
Ok, here’s my story for English.
I was ten months old, and I had just learned to walk. So I was walking all around and my mom sometimes lost track of where I was. This is one such occasion, when I had walked up the steps to the upstairs of my house. I don’t know exactly how many steps, but there is a lot. Ok I just counted and there are thirteen, which is kind of a lot for a baby I guess. They are not carpeted either, and at the bottom of the steps the floor is hardwood as well. So I was going up step by step, and when I got to the top, my mom happened to walk by the bottom of the steps and see her ten month old baby at the very top of the steps which took her by surprise and she screamed. Causing me to loose what little ballance I had, and fall backwards down the thirteen hardwood steps and finally land on the ground floor in front of her. It was a long time ago so I don’t remember it, but I imagine that I was in a lot of pain.
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Hey Charlie, I haven’t blogged on your blog before now because you’re not cool enough. Just kidding. That is a very painful story, but it explains a few things.
-David
Thank you David, that is quite heart-warming.
Ouch! That had had to hurt a lot! Did your mom tell you anything about the injuries after it?
Nope.
You should ask her if you haven’t already.
Ouch! Glad you seem to have come out of it ok! I wonder, what do you think this incident says about you?
Ziad, I asked my mom and she said that my head was bruised but I was ok. Ms. Sterne, maybe it says that I am curious and wanted to see the upstairs of my house, but then again I don’t remember what I was thinking at 10 months.
Ah! That doesn’t seem like it felt good. I have a similar story. In my house we have steps going to our basement and there are about 17 or so. One day my dad decided to go downstairs to feed our rottweiller (a 145 pound dog). I didn’t know where my dad went and being my curious 5 month old self I decided to follow my dad. After a few bangs and flips down the 17 stairs my dad realized that his “newborn” had just toppled head over heals down the steps. Needless to say my dad didn’t get to babysit alone for a while. The next time my dad babysat me alone was like 2 months later. I was sleeping on my dads’ chest and he fell asleep as well. I woke up and tumbled off of the couch and hit my head on the wood coffee table. There are many more incidents with my dad babysitting me like I got a concussion, broke my elbow, got bit by a dog and a lot of other things but I can relate to the blows to the head.
Carson