Tonight, I had my very first walking injury. I was taking a few steps between the couch and the coffee table and I fell face first into the edge of the table. At first, my mom and dad thought I needed stitches but I didn't cry very much and the bleeding stopped rather quickly. A few minutes later and I was playing happily in the bath like nothing ever happened. Now I just have a small cut and a fat lip to prove how tough I am. Frankly, the fact that I was walking is much more exciting than the injury.
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