I remember it clearly. I tried to hang onto a non-moving ceiling fan when I was 4 or 5. It was back in the day when I used to live in a trailer. I grabbed ahold of it from my bunk bed, and it came down onto my head. Glass was everywhere. My mom ran to my room and saw that I had blood all over my head. Yeah, I had to get 8 stitches. The best part was the rootbeer lollipop the doctor gave me, I licked that friggin' thing with joy 'cause it tasted so good, lol. So that's my story. Until next time!