When I was 3 my mom had a new baby (my sister) in the house to watch, so I would escape and get into mischief. I had been told not to play on the culvert (those big farm machines that turn over the ground)... but I loved climbing... So I climbed up to the top, slipped, fell, and sliced open my head. I didn't want to go to my mom, because she'ld be mad at me for disobeying the rules... I went to the neighbours and told him I had a headache. He told me to sit under the tree, out of the sun, and my headache should go away. I did as he told me for a little while, put my hand up to my head and realized it was bleeding. Went back home and told my mom I was bleeding and fainted. Mom rushed me to the hospital. I don't know how many stitches I was given but if the cut had been an inch deeper, I wouldn't be typing this right now.