~ Coldplay
Excuses
My parents continued to call me, but I pretended not to hear. Eventually, I heard the words of doom. "One... Twooooo. You better be walking up those steps, young man." If I knew any swear words back then, I would've used them. "I'm coming I'm coming." I said good night to John and headed upstairs. But, before I got all the way up, I knew that I had to get one last look at the seventh world of Mario 3. I looked down behind me and not at the black marker that lay dormant on the top step.
Obviously, I stepped on it. Did a sort of half backflip. Landed on my head/back. Slid down the stairs head-first, clunking my skull on each step in rapid succession. I landed on my head on the concrete floor at the bottom of the twelve-step staircase. Somehow, one of my dad's friends heard my scream from the end of our driveway and came rushing back in because she thought I was dying. Concussion number two.
Over the years, I have had many more. One involved getting bodyslammed by Matt on that same basement floor. Another occurred while playing football -- a friend tackled me and, somehow, my head ended up on the bottom of the pile. Another occurred while playing baseball with my dad. He pitched it right at my temple (accident, I swear). I know for a fact that there were two more, but I can't seem to remember what they were. Shock shock.
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