My childhood
I would say that I have a rather good childhood. I remembered all the good times spent with my cousins and playing with them. Those were the best times. However, I was an accident-prone kid. When I was 6 years old, I slipped on fresh chicken shit and fell flat on my chin and required 2 stitches. I remembered my aunt piggy back me to the nearest clinic and got the doctor to do the stitches and while he was stitching, he farted and my aunt went outside but I couldn't move and suffered from the smell. Till today, I had the scar at the bottom of my chin, though not visible if I don't show it. When I was 8 years old, my cousins and I were playing on this lazy chair where you can adjust the level of the back. Somehow, my right index finger got into one of the gears and the next thing I knew is my finger was bleeding badly. I quickly went to the sink to wash and there was more and more blood coming out. When my aunt found out about it (the same aunt), she again piggy