CRACKED SKULL II – DAMN ROCK FROM THE DAM WALL

AGE 12

Family members had arrived to our house for a visit.  Somebody came up with the idea that the family goes down to the river.  As we walked down the hill, a certain adult stopped me and blew their nose on my T-Shirt.  Need I say anymore, I was really upset.  As soon as we reached the river, I sat down against the dam wall and sulked.  After some time the adults decided to walk further down the river.  I made no attempt to follow them, so my sister and my cousin stayed with me. 

First thing I did after the adults disappeared down the river, I pulled off my shirt and threw it on the ground.  My sister and cousin were standing on top of the dam wall and started a competition.  They tried to see who can throw the biggest rock, the furthest.  Normally I would be smack in the middle of any competition, but I was still sulking at the bottom of the dam wall.  After some time my sister and cousin started a debate on who had won.  The dam wall was about 4 meters high and the rocks they were using was about 5kg each.  So they each got 1 more rock and asked me to watch and determine the winner of the last round.   My cousin went first and made quite a distance, so I walked a few steps and marked the spot.  Because I was still upset about the boogers blown on my shirt that was all I did, in silence.  My sister started bragging that she was going to beat my cousin’s success.  She actually told me to take a few steps back.  After I did, she asked me to go back a few more steps and she started bragging that she was going to throw it right over me head.  I guess my mind was elsewhere because I followed her instructions, and I guess we were both totally wrong in the end.   Along came a 5kg rock from a 4m wall, and smack on my head.  I started walking up and down with my hand on my head; I could feel the pain pulling in.  My sister and my cousin were standing in total silence, stunned by the blood that started pouring out of my head. 

I told my sister, I really have to go find my mom, but we must stick to a story and tell her it was a mistake.  I do not remember in total what we talked about but we knew she was going to be in big trouble. When I turned around, I saw the adults returning so I quickly ran to them.  I started explaining how my sister accidentally threw a rock on my head…. and then I can’t remember anymore. 

Next thing I remember is I woke up on a couch in the living room, with my head already bandaged, x-rays lying next to my couch.  And of course my skull was seriously cracked.   And that’s all I remember, maybe I passed out again, because I do not remember seeing those family members ever again, only my grandmother I saw again.   So my lesson to everyone who needs it; never stand at the end of a rock throwing competition :-)

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