Okay, okay, in fairness to the babysitter, she didn’t physically gash my open, but she did cause the chain of events that made me gash my eye open. From a young age, I really liked this girl that lived next door. I was young and in love(not really) and when I found out she was going to be my babysitter one night, I got excited, real excited. I was maybe 6 or 7 at the time, but I remember it rather vividly.
The night had come when I was going to get the whole evening to hang out with her. My parents had a nice evening planned out with friends and they deserved it after having put up with my failures. While I was bugging my parents as they got ready, I heard a glorious sound…the doorbell. I raced to the front door to see if it was her, and I saw that my sister had answered the door, so I raced back into my parents room to tell them they could leave. I took the corner into their bedroom really sharp(I was pretending I was a race car or something) and forgot about the dresser that was there. I managed to just catch the edge of the dresser…right above my eye. Gash! Blood! Night ruined! I managed to simultaneously ruin everyone’s evening in one fail. Babysitter didn’t get money for babysitting me, parents didn’t get to go out, and I still have a scar.
-Trent
