I was 4 the first time I bled. I was running around with my best friend Tommy, when I slipped and fell on some glass. Suddenly, my world felt shattered into a thousand pieces. It…. Hurt?

I looked down, and screamed a high-pitched, nasely scream. I had red stuff coming out of my leg! Tommy screamed too.

Soon, my momma came running out. She cleaned out my wound and I fell asleep, exhausted from all that screaming. When I woke up, she had a talk with me about that.

The next day, I went and told my whole kindergarten class that my momma had had the talk with me. They were sooooo jealous!