The most excruciating pain I have ever had the displeasure of feeling was when I was still in elementary school. It was after a Girl Scouts meeting, when my mother was the most legit troop leader ever, and I was dancing around on the stage, pretending to be a ballerina. There wasn't anyone in the cafeteria but my mother and her friend. I was very aggravated that my mother wasn't paying attention to me, so I started to bawl. My mom still didn't look at me, she was deep in a conversation with her friend. I decided I would take a flying leap off of the stage, and jump on my mom's back to get her attention.
Now I know that this sounds foolish, but to the younger me, this sounded pretty smart. I jumped off the stage, and I would have ended up on my mom's back, but she moved, and my head slammed into the edge of the lunch table. I started to wail, and at last my mom noticed me. The pain felt horrible. It was like a fire had broken out inside my head, and little devils were pounding drums in my brain, Like the picture above shows. There wasn't any blood, or even a bump, so my mom thought I was just being a baby. My mom told me to stop crying, and I did. I got really sleepy, my head got kind of foggy, and my eyes closed. My mom saw me fall asleep, and she freaked out.
I don't remember what happened after that, but apparently I didn't die from my head wound, because I'm still alive today. On the bright side, I got the Girl Scout badge of courage. JK! :)
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