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My first memory: playing jump rope in the house with a neighbor who was maybe 8. Stood up on the arm of the sofa to be at her height. Somehow got pulled off the sofa and smashed my teeth into my bottom lip. Remember being in the hospital bed, looking up at doctors and nurses and fighting like I was going to win a Championship Belt. I remember getting medicine, getting knocked out, then waking up screaming. More medicine, then waking up with stitches. For a long time, I wasn’t sure my memories of the hospital weren’t a dream, but my parents confirmed it. I wish I had a better scar.