When I was 3, I was sledding down a steep hill. We had been sledding down it all day, just fine. Finally, on the last go, I insisted my dad give me a push so I'd go faster. He did, and I did go faster, but I went in the wrong direction. Near the bottom of the hill, the sled slammed into a tree. It was also on an inflatable sled. So, I was flung off and forwards into the tree, head first.

My dad had to carry me up the hill (the car was at the top of the hill) like a rag doll. We're rushing to the hospital, when suddenly we get stuck behind an incredibly long train. No one remembers how long we got stuck there, but my dad swears it was at least a lifetime. Anyway, my mother and sister are in the car with me. I'm freaking out, flailing everywhere, and my sister is trying to hold me down and relax me in my seat. (She's much older than I am). Anyway, as a way to try to calm me down, my mom says: "Brian! Look, look, there's a train!" I respond: "Mommy, I can't see the train." So, she proceeds to freak out.

A billion years later, when the train is done trying to finish me off, we get to the hospital. My dad is in the waiting room, trying to keep my conscious, making a bit of a fuss - but, you know, it's understandable given the situation. Anyway, a nurse must be annoyed or something, because she comes out and says "Sir, you don't need to do that." She insists on it, so my dad stops. Roughly 5 minutes later, I'm unconscious, which can, you know, lead to death. The nurse rushes out and swears, and starts shaking me, yelling "Brian! Brian! Wake up!" My dad wasn't super pleased.

Anyway, it turns out I suffered the following: an huge gash on my forehead (all healed today), a broken skull, very temporary blindness, and, to top it off, an air bubble in my brain (gone today).

They dismissed me from the hospital the next day, but I didn't want to leave because they had a PlayStation.

EDIT: Fixed a couple typos.