(Well it not that bad of a thing but...)
One, when I was maybe like six or five, I don't remember, I raced my uncle towards a bed, to get a boost I skided down on my knees towards it.
What I didn't see, because the lights were off, that I had sped towards a sharp corner of the bed headfirst.
We all now what happened next, my forehead went straight into that sharp point. Last thing I remember was that I was histericaly crying and blood was gushing out everywher eon my face.
Now I'm left with a permanent scar on my forehead, and since I recently got glasses, my friends purposely annoy me by calling me Harry Potter.