When I was little, I went to this little baseball park that has steps to the sitting area. (Although the seats were only grass) Since it was downhill, I fell over, scraped my arm on the steps, scratched my other arm on the concrete ground, and then nope. Not the hospital that treated me, but my mom. She was a nurse before, so she helped cure the wound.
Or was it my cousin? Mind block.

The bad thing is, I don't know what my birthmark is.
Mistery made a game in response to Renegade's "Escape the GH Terrorists" and "Return to GH."
I also broke my foot a year ago, and was bitten by a dog when I was 2 years old. He had my whole head in his mouth, and I had to get stitches. I don't remember that, though. I do remember all the events leading up to it. Maybe that's why I'm a little
now. 
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