My Name is Sean, Chapter Four

I am now 6 years old of age. I have lost documentary through the ages of 4 through 5.1

I am now in kindergarten. My first year of school. This year was good and bad.2

I did not know this at first, but this school influenced fine arts, especially music.  Every Friday, it we sang and played music. I always enjoyed playing the musical instruments, it was like I was made to play an instrument. I didn't know it, but I would soon play and instrument on my lips.3

In the middle of the year, things got interesting. I decided one night to turn off a ceiling fan by pulling the cord. I was alone and it was around night time. I decided the only way to pull the cord was to stack a pile up to the fan. I did so. I climbed up the pile. I was just short of reaching the cord. I decide then to jump to pull the cord.4

Before I even jumped, the pile collapsed. I fell from 7 and a half feet and hit my head on the corner of a wooden table.5

My head was immediately split open. Blood was spilling everywhere. I was a red head. I was screaming my head off in pain. My mom ran out to see me. Saying how stupid I was. Then rushed me to the emergency room. My dad was already there because he works at the hospital. 6

There was 2 three inch needles placed into my skull. The needles were supposed to numb my head. Bull crap. All they did was cause me more pain and scream more. In the end, I got 6 stitches into my head. 7

In the end, I went to school showing all the kids my stitches, it was cool, but painful. Today, the scare is on the right backside of my head. Just check where my hair doesn't grow. 8