Can’t recall the exact date, not even the year, but I remember I got a knee injury from running unstoppable through the parking lot of our apartment buildings. After the hit, I just stood up and continued my way home. Didn’t realize I was bleeding until I got there and felt all my leg wet.
Mum brought me to a neighbor doctor after finding out. I was crying the whole way, but not from the pain, but because she took off my pants to tend the wound, and when realized it was too much blood, she carried me away like that.