Everyone wants to know “how did you get that scar on your head?”
1. I was at a small punk concert a few years back. I got in a fight with this kid trying to tell him that David Bowie is not a punk musician, I argued with him for a while and he started to get really pissed, he pushed, so I punched him, then he picked up a baseball bat and slammed it into my skull. The next thing I knew I was sitting in the hospital with a bandage on my head!
2. the year was 1999, I was five years old and just learning to ride a bike, it was the second time I’d ever rode on asphalt (practiced on a grass hill before). I didn’t quite know how to work the brakes very well and was going way too fast. I came flying around a corner, lost control, went flying off my bike and hit a large rock with my head. Blood was spurting everywhere and we rushed to the hospital fast as we could. I got nine staples and too many stitches to remember. I learned to always wear a helmet…
3. when I was no older than seven, it was discovered that I had a small tumor in my head. It wasn’t really affecting me, but the doctors wanted to get it taken care of so that somewhere down the road it wouldn’t cause any problems. I was super scared about the whole deal, cause I’d never had surgery and I was freaking out that I was going to die(you know how kids over react about everything). It was a scary time in my life. But when the day came around and it was time for me to go under, I mustered up all my courage, gave my parents big hugs. I started shaking and was probably going into shock when the nurse came in with a big needle. She stuck it in my head, and poof, I was out cold. When I awoke my head hurt really bad, but after a few days in the hospital I was allowed to return home. I had to wear a silly bandage on my head for a few days though.
4. Probably about six years ago, my father and I were hiking around our the property we have down by Escalante (southern utah). We were just hiking along and I must have not been paying much attention, but I slipped on a loose rock and went tumbling down a steep rocky hill. It was the scariest thing ever, I was wonder if I would ever stop as I bounced from rock to rock. I remember hitting a rock really hard then seeing blood running down my face, suddenly everything went black. I woke up in a hospital around 4 hours later, having no idea where I was or what had happened. My dad was there and came running in when they told him I had woken up. He asked if I was alright and told me what had happened. And apparently while I was tumbling, I managed to break my ankle as well. So yeah, that’s why I don’t like getting very close to the edge of cliffs or any other tall/steep things I could fall off.
Which story is correct you ask? Well, I’ll leave that up to you to decide.