I used to play soccer, and my sixth grade year, the end-of-the-season soccer party was at an ice rink. These things are family functions, so we took my 5-year-old brother with us. (I was 11 at the time.) He had only ice skated once before, and that was with my parents, but they didn't feel like going out on the ice, they wanted to mingle with the adults instead. I got stuck with brother duty. Here I am, 11 years old, trying to lug around my little brother on the ice, attempting to keep up with my friends. Not working. So, Nicholas and I went into the middle of the ring where I could teach him how to stay up and everything. While we were doing this, one of my friends came up to say hello to Nicholas (and me!) when he got a little overconfident and lost his balance. He grabbed onto my sleeve to keep balance, but he just pulled me down with him. We both hit the ice, and his brakes went into my chin. Surprisingly, it didn't really hurt all that much. I mean sure, it was bleeding and everything, but I couldn't see it and everyone else could. "Omigod are you okay?!" "Um, yeah..." When my parents saw it, they immediately called the hospital. They took me to get stitches. I think it was 6. But anyway, the thing that burns me the most about all this is that they wouldn't wait til the end of the party; they made me leave early. (I missed my cake, ice cream, and trophy. Well okay someone else gave me my trophy a few days later, but it wasn't the same, you know?) The best part: the very next week, one of my friends had gone ice skating at the same place. What was so funny is that she came back and told me a little story. Some woman who worked there told her to be careful because a little girl her age had fallen down and hurt her chin.