LABAN DOYLE

When I was a kid , I remember my first hospital visit ! It was a trip to the ER . I must have been around 6 or 7 years old when it happened . I was running through the house , chasing after my older and then bigger brother . He must have done something because all I remember is that fiery feeling of anger and frustration that was pulsing through my little veins . But boy , could I run . That came to a quick halt when my brother hid behind our early 80 ’ s beige couch .

At this moment , I decided to make a leopard ’ s victory leap to capture and devour my prey . But boy , did I fail . I just happened to land in the corner of the couch , pushing through the comfy cushions directly onto the wooden frame lying underneath . I cut my knee wide open , and I was rushed by my mother to the hospital to get it all stitched up .

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