The time my brother dropped a chair on me
12 years ago:
One sunny Sunday, my brother and I were playing around and BAM!!! The chair had landed on my head.
My family and I went to Botany mall. We were shopping around (more like window shopping). After what felt like hours, we finally finished shopping. The car ride back was quiet adventures. It all started when my dad said that he needed new shoes. So we had to drive all the way back to the mall. Then my brother needed something for school, which I didn’t really care about. As we went to go to that shop my mum bumped into her childhood friend (which means find a bench and sit down for about an hour or two). Finally it was time I was was about
to burst open because I was so hungry. So then we all finally left.
We all go home and my mum ran to the kitchen to make me food because she knows that if I don’t get my food in time I will start screaming on top of my lungs. As my mum was making my lunch, my brother came in the living where I was sitting waiting for my lunch. He came up to me with a huge grin and asked if he could play with me. I said sure because, I was hungry and bored. So he picked me up and started to spin me around. I hated it in the beginning but the more he spun me the more I liked it. I was going as fast as a dog eating it’s bowl clean. My brother stopped spinning me around and he placed me back down on the ground and left to go to his room. He came back with a chair in his hands. He turned left, directly where I was sitting, his fingers started to slip of the chair and BAM!!! The chair had fallen directly on top of my head. I started to screech in pain.
From that day one I have never ever sat down on the ground when my brother is carrying a chair.