Once when I was 7, my brother wanted to play with me. he said that it was going to be fun.  Then he said let’s play rugby, I said “ok.”  He started making  space  to play rugby, then he said that he was going to put obstacles on the the living room, so he putted cushions  so that I could trip in them. Then I started running to make a hole run but I tripped and fell into my sofa and hit my forehead, I stood up and said that I was alright but then I started feeling blood coming from my fore head! I started panicking saying that I was going to die because then the damage started hurting. My brother started panicking as well saying that I was going to die, witch it was horrible. I started shouting at my sister to come because she was at her room, she came and started shouting but then she had an Idea and went to the kitchen she came