The day started off like any other, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, it was just a beautiful summer day. So naturally I was inside. I just so happened to be the shyest, most antisocial two year old on the Earth and I couldn’t have been happier. My birthday was a week ago so my brother and I were playing with my new toys when my brother had said,
“Hey, wanna play tag?”

“Okay.” I had responded with a childish grin. After a crushing defeat in rock paper scissors, I was the first to be it. We had played for what seemed like hours when my brother had decided to throw a new twist to the game.

“Sam, we should play with our eyes closed!” he shouted. I could only marvel at the (apparent) genius before my eyes. My only response was a random spasm of movement that was interpreted as a yes. Soon afterwards I learned that you won’t win if you always choose rock, so I was it again. As it turns out sprinting with your eyes closed is a bad idea, but sprinting your eyes closed while pretending to be an airplane is an absolutely awful idea. So while chasing my brother with my arms outstretched and my head pointed down I had ran into a wall. But not just any place on the wall, I ran into the wooden corner of it, and dented it, with my head. My brother found this to be hilarious. He was on the floor laughing while I was on the floor crying. Somehow my mother didn’t notice and I had managed to go half an hour without alerting her because I was scared of getting in trouble. But mothers have this fascinating ability that lets them know that you’re injured when you are bleeding from your head. So, after being rushed to the emergency room without the slightest regard for traffic laws I finally arrived at the hospital. Then it took the smartest doctors in Michigan to find out that I had split my head open. And after a few sedative injections and a nice hug from my stuffed camel, I was out like a light. And a poor unsuspecting nurse later found out the hard way that you don’t tell a toddler the he has stiches in his head. After I had calmed down and retuned home I just felt tired. I realized that it had been a long day that I didn’t want to deal with anymore so I just went to sleep. No dinner, no dessert, no pajamas, no nothing. Just a swig of water and the comfort of my sheets, and my day was finally over.