So when I was about five, I thought I was a ballerina. It was also my birthday. So, as a five year old, I tripped over my own feet, and guess where my left temple headed? Into the corner of the table. I apparently was losing consciousness, and my mom freaked out. Long story short, I went to are hospital, got stitches, and can't remember much. That hit probably affected my head. Into the attempted murder, we sent it away to get recycled. It was announced guilty.
