A Young Injury on New Year's Eve

I was about three years old when I suffered one of the biggest injuries I can ever remember. It wasn't lasting or anything, and I'm not affected by it today but it's something I still find myself thinking about from time to time. I was about three years old when this happened, at my grandmother's house on New Year's Eve. We were all sitting on the couches in my grandmother's living room watching TV, my two aunts, my grandma, my mom, and me. I was sleeping and everybody was just chilling around me when all of a sudden I rolled and fell off of the couch. No big deal right? I'd probably just be startled. No. My glass table in the middle of the living room had metal legs that curled upward in graceful decoration. As I rolled, the back of my head hit one of those legs... hard. The best part? I didn't even cry. Until my mom picked me up and realized there was blood. A lot. Then I was a bit freaked out. We rushed to the Er and my family ended up watching the ball drop with me, in the pediatric waiting room.

Quite the exciting New Years, huh?