Ok peeps! So this is a short story of my first every injury. It is short, but, I find it pretty funny.

I am one who gets into trouble all the time. I don't mean to, trouble just seems to like me. Not that I hate it. It's kind of like a pet...pet spider. You love it, but you don't exactly want it following you around. The first time I ever got an injury was when I was two. At this time, I was attending a preschool and the only thing I remember from it was this silly memory.

Now as every preschool, our child favorite time was playtime. I was pretty boyish and I was in love with plastic figurines. Especially, the dinosaur ones.

My eyes was on a beautiful figure of a t-rex. However, some stupid boy with cooties had his eyes on it too. I'm pretty sure I grabbed it first. However, it was snatched right out of my tiny hands. Two was a terrible age for me, I have a tremendous temper. Immediately it flared and I went off on the boy. He in turn got angry and we got caught in a tug of war. He won, but he wasn't done. He took the tail and kabam! It was stuck right in my eye. Well, that was the end of my preschool life and the first injury of many to my eyeballs.