So anyway, I screamed and my dad ran down the stairs (the first time I had ever seen him run) and picked me up and that's how I ended up on the counter, and he called my PopPop, he was the head of the ER at the time (He's retired now) and he arrived in like 5 mins, keep in mind my house was all the way across town from the hospital so IDK how he got there so fast, but anyway he said that I didn't need stitches but that we needed to keep pressure on it, and while he was checking me to my dad called my mom, who's a nurse and she didn't come till like an hour and a half later and her work's closer than the hospital was (Thanks mom for rushing lol) so now I have a scar a little farther back then my hairline where hair doesn't grow anymore. But since my hair's so thick it doesn't show. Anyway, so that's my earliest memory!