[Jaydelart]

Fun topic.

I was struck on the head by a towtruck hook when I was a few years old (maybe 4 or 5). I remember a few important fragments of the event pretty vividly: one instance where I gained consciousness just long enough to see my Grandmother desperately wiping blood off my face with a cloth.

This was in Australia, and my Grandfather was pretty wild (believe it or not, he was friends with Steve Irwin's father). He used to use a giant hook and rope to knock off coconuts from a couple of tall palm trees in our backyard. They usually wouldn't do it when I was around, but I think I had somehow snuck past my Grandmother to get a closer look. For that short moment I was unattended the hook clipped my head on its way down.

I died.

Not really. But I probably could've.

I can't remember the hospital. I think I was unconscious throughout most of the chaos. But I was left with a scar over my eyebrow, which I still have today. It's an honest reminder of how curiosity can kill cat.