One day late at night, all of my family except my mom and older brother were in the living room. Everything was going great except when two dumb children decided to play a game.
My sister Suzette and I decided to play Marco Polo but their was a catch. We had to tag each other while having a rain coat covering our faces.
My dad told us multiple times to stop but, we didn't listen like always. While he paid more attention to my little brother it was my turn to put the rain coat on.
I decided To follow my gut and I went running passing the chimney. What we didn't know was that there was a sewing jar next to the chimney. While I was running I tripped on the chimney and on my own feet and fell on my back to the floor breaking the sewing jar with my back.
I thought I was fine I believed I wasn't hurt. I cleaned myself up but I noticed something poking me and I didn't really give much importance. Until I noticed a piece of glass was sticking out. Shocked I went to my dad to take it off. He took some pieces out but, not all.
When he was done he asked if I wanted to go to the hospital but I denied. I went to bed thinking nothing will happen but, I was wrong. Well that will be another story. The End