so when i was a little kid, probably 6 or 7, i liked to go into my brother's bedroom and play with his fishing pole. there was a loop on the end of the pole where the line was supposed to go and my goal in life at that age was to hang the fishing pole (by the loop) off the glass thing that hid the light bulbs on the ceiling. it was my daily ritual.
...until one day, i went into his room, put the fishing pole up on the light cover like always, and the light cover broke into many small pieces which rained down on me. one piece of glass slashed my skin open on my right collar bone.
i never went to play with the fishing pole after that. stupid thing. i still have the scar.
...just a little story i thought would be funny.
oh, and...i passed the bloody blood bank class. woohoo.
