When I was six I think, I was running in my kitchen and there was a garbage bag with broken glass in it. I ran right into the broken glass which cut me leg. I have to got to the hospital. I wanted in the waiting room for like 5 minutes. When I want in a room and waiting on the gurnee a doctor came in and started to clean it out. Then I asked the doctor before he started stitching my cut if he had ever done this before and he said no. When he said no I started to freak out but my mum was like he's only joking. I spent the night in the hospital and was mad the next day because my brother and sister when camping without me.