Chapter One
Have you ever banged your head on anything? I mean really banged it, so hard you literally saw stars? If you haven't, please try very hard not to, because, if you don't bash your brains out, you will wake up with a splitting headache (splitting meaning, you'll wish you bashed your brains out). What I'm trying to say is, don't try to duplicate this reaction at home (you'll get yourself hospitalized, or worse). You're warned, now for the story.
One night about three years ago, I was up late reading, like any good bookworm with a really good book, and I decided I wanted a warm blanket. I then picked up my favorite blue fleece blanket and headed for the basement. I was going to put it in the dryer for a few minutes to warm it up and our dryer is in the basement. I didn't turn on any lights because my parents were asleep and would kill me if they knew I was up. As I approached the stairs, something rolled into my path; it registered about a millisecond before I tripped over it. I tumbled down the stairs thinking, "This is going to hurt."(Doesn't everyone think that) Then my head hit the dryer, HARD, and I was out like a light, as the saying goes.