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Mine was from when I was really tiny, maybe about 9 and I was lying on a skateboard and pushing myself along It was on this cricket pitch/bowling green and there were these concrete slabs and I rolled over these humps because it was fun. Suddenly my whole face fell off the board and landed on the concrete. I had to use my brother.s T-shirt to soak up the blood. I remember the T-shirt, it was blue, but by the end of the day it was purple. At the hospital they had to use staples instead of stitches, Staples were the new things and they used them because they said they wouldn.t scar. But they did.
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