Let me tell you a little diddy, about me.  As the story goes, I was sitting in the front seat, no wait I was standing. My dog, Fearless, was on the outside closest to the door. Apparently my dad, two sisters, and I were heading to a party, or a circus,(whichever one it was, I was told that I "ruined the fun plans"), anywho. As my dad was turning a corner, going about 35 mph, give or take, the door flies open, and I fall out of the vehicle. Now, according to "eye witnesses" , (and we all know how reliable THEY are), according to the people, (a drunk 28 yr old dad, im sure, and a 9 and 8 yr old mind you) when i fell I landed on the dog, and she "softened the fall". I am not so sure about this, but I appreciate them letting the dog be the hero. I've heard this story several times over the years, as its the excuse for my absentmindedness, my airheadedness, and my lack of common sense, oh and its also the reason I lose my keys so much. Ok.. yeah back to the "accident of 1981", so, after falling out of the vehicle, and my dad being convinced that my dog saved me, he takes me to my MOM'S work!!!!!!! .. OMG! Yeah, he so did that. He's asking my mom, should I take her to the hospital? (lesson to dad's, layoff the booze!) My mom, thank goodness, leaves work immediately, and she rushes me to hospital. Now, this hospital they took me to was more of a "minor emergency" type care. My mom knew a nurse there, ehh, actually I'm not sure why that's relevant to the story other than I think mom found out some more small town gossip.Ok moving on, so, that hospital took me by ambulance to Austin.  I had a concussion, and was in intensive care for a bit, but after 3-5 days, i came out of my "coma". I believe they induced a coma for the swelling to go down? I dont know I was three, and actually, truth be told I have no recollection of these events. But I did find out that show Sesame Street was on, and I looked at the TV and said Cookie Monster, (which i have always had a fondness for cookies, so that part I believe)and abracadabra I was out of the coma.

Very scary and disturbing story. I believe my dad shortly after this, left the home and immediately started a new family (yeah no hard feelings. #asshole) Now I bring this up, because just last weekend, my dad was retelling this story (his 2nd time ever).  And for some reason there was lots of laughter about it. Like. HUH? (Yeah. i have daddy issues.)  It was like, I was being Roasted. Yeah.. that's why to this day Steph "insert joke here".  What's really funny is I heard the story from mom, and she said dad was scared to death, and cried like she's never seen him cry before, and had so much guilt, that I never got a spanking from him like ever. So as he was laughing all I could think as I was laughing too, was dad you're such a pussy.

You ever hear that saying, the ones who laugh the most, are the ones crying most in the inside. I guess, I, like my dad, (cough cough barf barf) yeah I said it. Anyway, some people deal with tragic events in different ways and being able to laugh about it, is one way of dealing with it. Now when people ask my dad, what is wrong with your youngest child? I understand when he says, "she had a brain injury as a child, the girl just ain't right."  WORD.