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So here’s another story about one of my injures. By the way, I got the idea to tell you all about this from Katie. I was telling her about them and she told me that I should put them in my blog so I did. Funny thing is, I’ve been injured quite a bit and seriously too but I’ve never broken a bone. I’m glad too, I think I would hate a cast.

Anyways, we used to have redwood trees in our back yard but we cut them all down since the roots were destroying our foundation.  Anyways we had a lot of wood in our side yard and my dad decided to make a bench out of a log. So he sawed a rough bench out of it and nailed it to two stumps to make a bench. However nobody liked this bench because it gave you horrid splinters and it was in front of our rose busheds growing on terrices and they made it impossible to sit there without bleeding.

So me and my brother one day went into my dad’s tool box and took out his two hatchets. We then preceeded to chop up the bench. I’m not sure why we were doing it but it seemed like a good idea at the time.  Anyways my mom saw us from up on the deck and yelled at us to put the hatchets away before we got hurt. I thought this was a good idea so I turned to tell my brother that right as he was on his backswing. The blunt end of the hatchet caught me right above my left eye on my eyebrow and I started bleeding and crying. I was very young mind you. I think I got stitches or a butterfly bandage but whatever happened I don’t really have a scar.

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