One night when I was 9 or 10, Dad got called out on emergency job to fix something, and for some reason, Mom went with him. That meant that my sister Lori was left in charge of me. I don’t like to speak ill of the dead, but Lori was never the responsible type. I fell asleep on the couch, and when I woke up, I went looking for Lori. Hearing music coming from her room, I went there and opened the door. Boom! I feel something hit me on the head, and next thing you know, I find myself laid out on the floor, and blood coming out of my head, and Lori screaming at the top of her lungs. What had happened was that she had (after over 40 years, I still have no idea how she did it) balanced a stereo speaker on top of her door, and when I opened it, down it came on my head. I ended up with a bunch of stitches in my head, and one heck of a headache!
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