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This is the story about how I got stabbed in the leg by my brother. So it all started on Christmas Day 2005. I was five years old and my brother was eight. We weren't the smartest kids ever. And nether where my parents. We started opening up present. Then we each open up a present that look the same. We opened them at the same time. We were so excited that we got these Swiss army knifes from cabela's that we have been asking for forever. So we opened up the package that the knifes were in, took the knives out and went stabbing crazy. We were stabbing pillows, wall, and anything else that got in our way. Eventually My dad found out and got really mad and sent us outside to play with them. So we started throwing them at trees and the ground. So my dad got mad at us and but us to bed. I was only five so I was scared of the dark. So I slept with my brother in his bed, which he hated so he always shoved me in the corner so he had the whole bed to himself. After my dad tucked us in for the night he left the room and shut the door. As soon as the door closes he takes the knife out of under the blankets and starts looking at it. We are looking at it for at least five minutes and then my dad walks in the room, my brother lifts up the blankets put the knife under the blankets really fast, then BOOM he stabs me right in the leg. I freak out because there is a knife in my flipping leg. My dad runs over to me and picks me up and brings me down stairs to our first aid kit. He says "this might hurt" and I say "what might hurt". He starts counting down "3,2,1" and yanks it out of my leg. I start boling. The cut is about an inch wide and a half an inch deep. My dad said it's fine wipes it off then puts a band aid on it and sends me to bed. I ask him "how am I supposed to go to bed with someone who just stabbed me" he told me to just deal with it because he was tired. So I went to the bedroom crying and my brother was sitting there cracking up, I wobbled over to him as fast as I could and started wailing on him until he shut up then we both went to bed. The next day my dad switches the band aid and goes on with his day and so do I. I haven't seen the knife's sense that day and neither has my brother. I also haven't been to the hospital to get it checked out or anything like that. It healed after a week so that's a good sign that it wasn't infected or anything worse, so I guess my dad was right when he said that it was fine. Everytime I look at it it reminds me of that special day that my brother stabbed me with a cabela's Swiss Army knife in the leg on Christmas Day of 2005.

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  • I'm Keenan and so am i
  • Hey I'm kaden and I'm throwing my knife that I got from Christmas at walls
  • Hey I'm kaden and I'm throwing my knife that I got from Christmas at walls
  • This is the bed that I was with my brother because I was to young to have my own bed
  • This is the bed that I shared with my brother because I'm to young to have my own bed
  • Ouch u stabbed me
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