Snowdaze

With the recent weather here in North Carolina, it makes me think back to my childhood and my sledding accident. 

I was seven years old and we had a huge snowstorm. Of course school was cancelled for the day, so my sister and I took the opportunity to go sledding in the back yard. Everything was going great and then I took a run on the flying saucer. The thing with the saucer is that you have no control over it and it likes to spin around a lot. 

So I take off, racing down the hill spinning around and around. I hear my dad yelling “BAIL! BAIL!” But had no idea what that meant. All of a sudden, everything goes black.  I vaguely remember my dad carrying me inside, and my aunt pulling at my face with some tweezers, but I do not remember the accident at all.  Apparently I had hit the base of a tree at full speed.  My dad ran down to where my body was laying, unconscious, and my face was covered in blood.  He picked me up and ran me inside to where my aunt was.  Luckily she was a nurse and was able to get the debris from the tree out of my face.  My parents then took me to a plastic surgeon to have them stitch my face up.  My aunt made it clear to not let an emergency room doctor sew my face up.  She said the scars would be terrible.  I still have a scar, but it’s not something that bothers me.  My mom always asks me if I want to get it removed, but I like it.  It gives me a story to tell people, it makes me different.