indimom
Are We There Yet?
- Joined
- Jul 18, 2008
Right Forearm. My dad was hanging a suspended ceiling in the basement. He was leaning the metal framework pieces against a chair where he would cut them to size. He told me to stay away from the metal, that it was sharp, but I was five and obviously didn't listen. When I went running by, I caught my arm on the sharp end and sliced it wide open. I thought I was going to get in trouble (since he had told me to stay away) so I went upstairs to try to stop the bleeding by myself. He followed the very obvious trail of blood to find me. I had to get a lot of stitches and the scar remains over 40 years later.