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When Kylie and I went to pre-school, we were pretty much well-behaved kids who did what we were told. We got into the odd cases of mischief like any other child, but generally speaking we were good kids.

One day, our teacher had us outside and the entire class was sitting down on the grass, perhaps listening to a story or something else. For some reason, Kylie decided to walk away from the group and wondered off. The play structure was nearby and she went up to climb this really big slide. No one had noticed she had left.

When she got to the top, Kylie fell off it. It wasn't a tumbling down the slide either; she fell from the top of the structure straight to the dirt ground below and was knocked out.

I actually have a memory of this event though I was only 4 years old, oddly enough my vision of this is "from the top", sort of like I was floating in the air witnessing everything transpire. Sometimes I wonder if I actually accompanied Kylie to the slide and that I may have pushed her off myself, although no one has told me that. I also remember my sister in the hospital just waking up while sitting up on a gurney and crying.

Not sure who was actually tending to Kylie while she was taken to the hospital, but she kept on telling Kylie to "Wake up!" and didn't want her to pass out. It was a big scare, but as we know, Kylie was ok.

I thought more about this story after Johnny told me about my Godson Darren getting into an accident over the weekend while playing on the swings. Long story short, a big tree branch fell and bounced off the ground and struck Darren right in the face, knocking him from the swing. Holly told me she hadn't screamed so loud in forever. Luckily, he was ok. He has a nasty shiner and a concussion, but his vision will come back to normal and he'll be fine. He actually went back to school on Monday, tough little trooper. His brother Kevin made a cute get well card: It said hope you get better, do you feel good or bad and it then had a checklist to mark how he was feeling.

One childhood story just reminded me of another.