Something got to me today. I was having lunch - got a headache and placed my hand on the back of my head. when my fingers just touched a scar I have there. I got kinda frightened ... but then suddenly remembered when it was from.
I was around 5. It was my brothers birthday - he was turning 3. Both me and my brother is adopted, and before we "came" my parents had a huge dog - a Great Dane. It was kind of wild and very jealous.
It was my brothers birthday, as said, and we were all cellebrating in the backyard. The dog was tied in the frontyard with a chain. But it kept on barking and my mother asked me to go and release it. And so I did. I was happy - it was my brothers birthday, so I ran in joy towards the dog.
The dog was above my hight and when I bend over to release the chain, it suddenly - with no reason - bit me in my small neck. A huge bite. I remember my dad flushing my head under the shower - and I can still see how the red water kept on flowing down the drain. At one time I looked under my arm - and I saw my mother fainting on the floor.
At that time I didnt realize what happend. Of course - fortunately I was too young. Today though - when having kids on my own - I suddenly see how bad it was. How many times havent I read on frontpages about children getting killed by dogs? TOOO many times. I was damn lucky the dog didnt bite me in the throat! And I have any reason to be afraid of dogs today.
Im just so happy Im here! Thats all - that little touch today, made me realize that!
Maybe I fooled death other times too? (I know I did) .. did you??