When I was a kid, I remember a single event that has been embedded in my memory. I was about five years old at the time and my mother had taken me to the park to play. I always enjoyed going to the park since it was one of my favorite places as a child. I remember I asked my mother to play hide and seek with me, and she warned me not to climb any of the trees in the area. At the time, all I cared about was finding a good hiding place so that my mom wouldn’t be able to find me. I scaled up one of the trees and tried to position myself behind the branches while my mom counted. My foot had unexpectedly lost its grip on the bark, and I ended up slipping off the tree and falling on the sidewalk below. The feeling of my head impacting the ground caused my whole body to start tingling all over. I remember crying my eyes out from the excruciating pain. By this time, my mom had run over to me and was in hysterics to see me lying there. I recall being carried into the ambulance by the paramedics. My mom climbed into the ambulance with me and the paramedics shoved an oxygen mask in my face. The lights were flashing in the vehicle and the loud sirens were blaring while I was crying and calling out for my mom. After they had taken care of my concussion, I was wheeled out by my parents and was relieved that the day was over.
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