When I was a kid I was playing with my sister near my grandmothers house on a rock, I fell and hit my head but I didn't think it was too bad. Sister was worried and took me back to grandmother. Grandmother screamed when she saw it, I didn't know what the fuss was about, I remember going to the mirror to see and I don't think it looked too bad.
Next I remember levitating above the ambulance that took me to the hospital, I remember seeing the whole area around it and watch it drive off.
Next thing I remember is me playing with some toys in the hospital after they fixed the wound, still have a scar from it 30 years later.
