I was 2 1/2 years old and I fell down an entire flight of outside stairs. The stone kind little pebbles in cement.
I was laying on bottom step looking up.
I only remember a shadow of someone small.
Years later I had a therapist who tried to comvince me it was my older sister and she pushed me. Parents swear not that way, though.
I remember the ER X-ray machine being pulled down over my face. Like some kind of giant robot about to eat me.
As it turned out the only real damage I sustained was a chipped tooth, thank you God!
Submitted by Hannah Joy from the United States of America.