This is a huge story that all of my family talks about. It's very big because I was maybe 3 at the time and I didn't even cry in pain.
When I lived in my old house my sisters were still in school so they used rulers for math and projects. They brought home a yard stick one day and I somehow managed to get it. My mom told me like 10 times to put it down but I didn't listen. Later she said that I came up to her with the ruler stuck in my chin. Literally it was up in my chin. She was panicking but she said that I was completely fine with life. And to this day you can still see the stitch marks. I am such a brave kid.
Then she never let me touch a ruler ever again :(
