my earliest memory

My earliest memory was on a average day and it was sunny outside. My family was level out our yard because it was slanted downhill and we wanted it to be flat. My father was working on putting up a retaining wall to hold all of the dirt up that was going to be put behind it. There were plastic tubes sticking up in the yard that i'm not sure why they were there, but my brother and i deceided to make the best of them. since the ground was all dug up there were rocks and everywhere, we dicided to try and through the rocks and try to get them in the plastic tubes.

My big brother and i were trying to get the rocks in the tubes for a little while and i picked up this piece of concrete that i thought was a rock and I threw it eventhough my big brother was standing right by it. The rock went flying through the air and i thought it was going to go in but insted it hit my brother right in the forhead and split it right open. All of a sudden my big brother was crying and i didn't know what happend untill i saw the red gusshing blood pouring from his head. My parents came rushing over and my mom was hysterical when she saw all the blood. We then stopped everything that we were doing and my dad went and got paper towels and we went and hopped right in the car and headed for the hospital.

when we arrived at the hospital my brothers head was still bleeding pretty bad. we were took right into a room with a bed and alot of machiences and it was very clean. my dad was busy doing paper work while my mom was comforting my brother. A lady came in and started working on my brothers cut and cleaning it up. After she got it all cleaned she then told my parents that the cut needs stitches since it was so big. The lady then left and came back with a tray carring a shot, thread, and a neadle. She then gave my brother a shot to numb his cut. Then she put the stitches in my brother crying the whole time. After that she put a bandage on it and then we had to wait a long time before we eventually could go home.