I saw that post yesterday asking about people that you suddenly lost all respect for so I decided to flip it around. I'll start:

When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to be the Cat in the Hat. Mostly, I just wanted to learn how to do [this] Well, my Great Balancing Act horribly backfired and I ended up falling over backwards, smacking my stupid little skull twice. Once when I hit the door behind me pretty hard and another time when my aunt opened the door to see what that noise was and my head hit the ground. 

Freaking out, she put me on the couch and called my dad. Let me tell you a little bit about my father: at five years old I already knew enough about this man to be terrified of him. He has a temper like a lion and the self restraint of a toddler. So, when he came running into the house screaming bloody murder, I jumped right up, and pretended to play with blocks in the hopes that he wouldn't notice that I bled all over the couch. I figured my father wasn't the type of man who tolerated kids messing up his things. 

Much to my horror, he came running right at me, but instead of yelling, he just scooped me up and took me to his car. He didn't say a word on the drive to the hospital and I had no idea where we were going. Once we got there, he yelled at them that I was hurt and bitched out any doctor or nurse that wasn't immediately helping his little girl. While watching my father scream at medical professionals and reassure me that I'd be OK, it occurred to me for the first time in my life that this terrifying bastard actually cared a great deal about me.

My joy was short-lived when they told us that I'd need to have my wound stapled shut. A cheerful young doctor did the task while exclaiming PIKA! with every painful shot.
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Wish I had a plastic surgery, I bled all over the couch, dad took me to ER, had to get stitched up, realised how caring
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I saw that post yesterday asking about people that you suddenly lost all respect for so I decided to flip it around. I'll start:

When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to be the Cat in the Hat. Mostly, I just wanted to learn how to do [this] Well, my Great Balancing Act horribly backfired and I ended up falling over backwards, smacking my stupid little skull twice. Once when I hit the door behind me pretty hard and another time when my aunt opened the door to see what that noise was and my head hit the ground. 

Freaking out, she put me on the couch and called my dad. Let me tell you a little bit about my father: at five years old I already knew enough about this man to be terrified of him. He has a temper like a lion and the self restraint of a toddler. So, when he came running into the house screaming bloody murder, I jumped right up, and pretended to play with blocks in the hopes that he wouldn't notice that I bled all over the couch. I figured my father wasn't the type of man who tolerated kids messing up his things. 

Much to my horror, he came running right at me, but instead of yelling, he just scooped me up and took me to his car. He didn't say a word on the drive to the hospital and I had no idea where we were going. Once we got there, he yelled at them that I was hurt and bitched out any doctor or nurse that wasn't immediately helping his little girl. While watching my father scream at medical professionals and reassure me that I'd be OK, it occurred to me for the first time in my life that this terrifying bastard actually cared a great deal about me.

My joy was short-lived when they told us that I'd need to have my wound stapled shut. A cheerful young doctor did the task while exclaiming PIKA! with every painful shot.
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I was too scared to play with blocks as a child, so I pretended to be injured and my father took me to the hospital
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