“…I was so excited I forgot to stand?”

Quite a few summers ago, back when I was a teenager, I loved (and still love) the show, Star Wars: The Clone Wars. I woke up to a gorgeous and sunny Saturday morning. An episode I haven’t seen before was going to come on television and I was really excited to see it.

Apparently I slept in a weird position which caused my right foot to fall asleep. I didn’t give it much consideration. The time had come for my show. I jumped out of bed.

Thunk!

I was on the ground. “That was weird, I guess I was so excited I forgot to stand?”

So I tried to stand again.

Thunk!

“Okay, let’s try this one more time…”

Thunk! “What is going on?!”

I stood, slower that time. I couldn’t feel my foot. It literally felt like I only had one foot. I put my weight on my right leg but my knee bent; my foot had absolutely no feeling. So I hopped to the stairs and carefully scooted down them, hoping that feeling would soon return to my foot.

(Slowly but surely, feeling returned.)

The Time I Gave Myself a Black Eye

I was only about five or six years old when I gave myself a black eye. It was a school night and probably past my bedtime.

Anyway, I had a stuffed blue rabbit my siblings and I named, “Rabbit.” We still have him today. For some reason I didn’t really like him and got mad at him (guess I let my imagination get way out of hand) and I was beating him up at the edge of my bed. (My bed has a railing at the end of it.) I tried headbutting him and missed and my eye hit the railing.

I can’t really remember why but I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. My parents were there and said, “Ooo,” when they saw me. My mom rushed to get some ice. I had no idea I had a black eye until they told me.

The next day at school I was wearing a purple shirt. My teacher said that my eye matched my shirt. After two minutes of denying it I went to the restroom and saw that she was right! My bruise turned from black to purple!

I recently asked my mom, “Remember when I gave myself a black eye?” She said, “Yes. I had to write a note so the school wouldn’t call CPS on us.”

Wow. I didn’t know about the note until the other day. All that trouble because I tried to beat up a stuffed animal. Yep, I had issues…