One time, I was really young, (I can't remember the exact age I was but I was below the age of 5), I had this tape measure... it belonged to my grandfather, and somehow I got hold of it and ended up in the bathroom with it in hand.
At the time, I guess I had no idea what blood was, because I was messing around with the tape measure in my hand and eventually I ended up doing something stupid and I cut myself pretty badly with it on my thumb, and lots of blood came out of it.
The weird thing is, you'd think that since I was so young, I would probably start crying right on the spot, but I actually didn't. I just stood there, I can't remember what I did with the tape measure after that but my thumb just bled while I stood there, and I was so confused like what is this red stuff coming out of my finger
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So then my grandmother came in the bathroom and saw what had happened. I was asking her stuff like what was this red liquid seeping out of my finger, questions like that. She acted like she also didn't know what it was, probably because she didn't wanna scare me into thinking something horrible had just happened to me
I can't remember anything else that happened that day, but one thing i do know is that I never touched another tape measure ever again in my life. 💀
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Short StoryA book where I will write short stories of funny, goofy, scary, or random things that happen in my irl life. Other things that will go in this book are random thoughts 💭
