The first day of my life was on March 10, 2008. My earliest memory was when I was three years of age. It was a memory about my brother and I. I was playing with him inside my house, when he hit me and ran away. I was running after him to hit him back when I tripped on a piece of wire on the floor. I hit my head on a door knob. after that I needed stitches since the wound was deep. I got three stitches on my forehead. My mother told me that they held me down and stitched up the wound. To be honest I don`t remember any of it after the accident. I bet it hurt, but I don't remember anything during or after the procedure. I always wonder what it would be like if I didn't have this scar. Maybe I would be like the other kids, not having to get stitches at a young age.