I guess I can talk about how accident prone I am. When I was 2 years old, I fell into a fire. Gosh! I still have that giant scar on my back. I don't really remember what happened cause I was two years old, but i do remember only one thing. The thing I do remember is that my mom put me on her lap when she was driving to the hospital without a seatbelt when my stomach was on her legs. I know some of you would be kinda confused why I wasn't in my own seat, but I will explain later. My mom rushed me to the hospital and I was screaming! Some of my other family members were in the car listening and feeling so bad, but it wasn't anyone's fault. I mean, it wasn't my fault cause I didn't know better for sure. but soon i fell asleep, but thats all I remember. Sometimes my family brings it up so I kinda know what happened. So my family, and some of their friends were gone camping, and of course I was there. Some big dogs were in front of me and I was a little bit scared, so a backed up without knowing there were burning ashes behind me. I tripped and fell backwards, but luckily the flames weren't overly burning. it was mostly hot burning ashes with a small bit of fire. It was terrible anyway. After a second or less that I fell in, my mom and dad's friend named Niki (i think thats how you spell it) pulled me out by the legs as soon as possible as she could, and my mom rushed over to see me. She took me to the car and rushed me to the hospital which you already read. I had to spend at least a day a week at the hospital. At the last day, I was so happy. I dressed up in a ladybug dress and said "I'm so brave." When ever I got hurt and I thought my mom was guilty or sad about it, that's what I always said
