I actually had completely forgotten this memory, but I'll share it here because it all just came back to me like a rush of water.

I was really young at this time, maybe 7 or 8 years old. I was at a park for a friends birthday party when we all sat down under a pavilion for pizza and snacks. I was enjoying my food when I looked down and I had this huge gash on my knee and I was just gushing blood. Nothing had even happened, I felt no pain at all. I didn't fall down anywhere, didn't cut myself on the table or anything. So I rightfully freak out and my friends mom takes care of me, cleans it up, and she had a first aid kit in her car and patched me up.

Later that night I told my mom about it, she obviously didn't think anything of it and neither did I. So I go to sleep that night, status quo.

I woke up the next morning with bruises all over my body. I mean seriously everywhere. My bed was very comfortable, and I had nothing in the bed with me except soft blankets and such. I showed my mom and she told me I probably just did it to myself in my sleep. At this point I'm starting to get a little freaked out, I didn't understand where these mysterious wounds kept coming from. But again, I chalk it up to just dumb luck and continue on with my life.

The weekend ends, and I go to school on Monday. I remember this so clearly now, it's so strange I had completely forgot this happened, but in class I look at my arm and again, I have a huge cut on me, from my elbow to the back of my hand. A girl next to me freaks out and does that annoying shriek that young girls do, and the whole class looks at me. Teacher sends me to the nurse, I get patched up. The nurse sends me to the guidance counselor, who thinks that I'm being abused at home. I have bruises all over me, and a cut on my arm and knee. I tried to explain that I didn't know where the injuries were coming from, and that my friend Zach (the birthday boy from earlier) can back up that I got the knee injury at his party. It obviously was suspicious to the counselor.

Very luckily, it all went over fine, and my mom and stepdad at the time came in to the school and explained the bruises. My friend Zach backed up the knee story, and the girl next to me from class, Karlee, said she noticed the cut during class. To this day I have zero clue where I got any of the injuries from. I'm not even prone to injury, I haven't had any injury like these since then.