When I was 5, my mom had to work the night shift at the hospital, and my dad had to go to my uncle’s house for a party. I was brought along because he couldn’t find a babysitter, and when he showed up everyone was drinking. I was told to sit down in this office chair my uncle had, and i naturally loved to spin around, and have a good time.

After spinning for 3 minutes, my uncle told me to move the chair into the kitchen because I kept bumping into his desk.

Without thinking, I moved the chair right into the kitchen, directly in front of this giant flight of stairs that lead straight into his basement. I put the chair right in front of them, jumped on, and almost immediately pushed the chair right over the ledge, and down the stairs.

I was knocked unconscious by one of the steps about 3 seconds after takeoff. After that, I remember being looked at by my dad, uncle, and some random women. They picked me up, and took me into the bathroom. My dad ended up taking me to the hospital where my mom was working. She was freaking out when she got the phone call, but I ended up surviving, only requiring a few stitches.