Some people have noticed a small scar near my left eye. They always wonder where it came from. Well, that incident nearly took out my eye. I was maybe four, and still in China. I was at preschool, and it was naptime. We were rolling out the mats for sleeping. Some friends and I were jumping from chairs down onto the mats. Don't ask me why, we just did. Anyway, I jumped really high once (for a four-year old) and slipped on the mat. I fell backwards… onto a corner of the chair. Oh, and I forgot. There was a nail sticking out of it.

Good thing it was the head and not the point, or I would've died. After that is just a collage of pictures. I remember screaming my head off. Then the paramedics arrived. There was something wrapped around a bulge near my left eye the size of a Ping-Pong ball. Heh heh. Stupid of me. Then my dad showed up. I remember that I had four stitches. Damn that hurt. I never jumped off a chair again… until I was five.

The moral of the story: Look before you leap, and think about why you're about to leap in the first place.