when i was in 3rd grade i climbed on and was sitting on this very tall wall and behind it was a parking lot, idk how this happened and my friend wasnt looking at the time, but i lost consciousness, fell backwards and woke up on said parking lot, i thought everything was fine until my friend ran to me and said half of my face was covered in blood, i somehow managed to scratch half of my face like idk how to describe it? like half of my face was just one huge bleeding abrasion kek. i dont know if i did a backflip while falling but it just happened somehow, took like a good few months to heal and i didnt go to school during that time, i was also scared to look at myself in the mirror, one time my mom did force me to go to school while it was still healing, most of my classmates were absolutely scared of me so she picked me up early and i remained home until it healed for the most part, surprisingly i dont have any scars from it since i didnt pick at the wounds at all maybe just 1 tiny one but im lucky it didnt leave any significant damage