[Typhoid]

I was 3. I lived in East Van at the time, and we were at my aunts house, ( wich is down the street now) and i was asking for more Jell-o, and got it, and her son didnt like that, so he chased me around a coffee table, and then i slipped on a bat, and split my nose open on the corner of the table. My mom screamed, picked me up and started running me to the hspital, which would have taken 10 hours. Some lady offered a ride.

When i was getting the stitches out it took 3 nurses, the doctor and my dad to hold me down because i was running on adrenaline, and apparently fearing for my life, so i was stronger than 5 adults. The nose splitting resulted in 16 stitches and a permanent semi-closing of my nostils which leads me to sniff alot because my nostrils are small on the inside. So people think i snort coke, or just dont blow my nose.

I would say this isnt the happyest of memories.