[RE] to " about nick wong"

Since I had to think of someone to write a response post to, who better than someone I live with. I decided to read my brother’s interesting column and I found a story I can relate to:

Throughout my life Ive had some adventures...dumb adventures...When I was the age of 7(?) I was walking from my house to Loards Ice Cream in south shore with my cousins who rarely came. I was talking to one of my cousins without looking forward, bad idea ._. . So, as I was walking, suddenly, my cousins yell, "NICK WATCH OUT" as I walk into the pole. HOWEVER..I didnt simply just walk into the pole, I turned my head (as anyone would if your name was yelled right..?), and just at the right moment, as I turned my head, I scraped it on the edge of the pole and walked into it afterwards. My forehead began to bleed and I had to go to the hospital to get skin glue.

I remember this incident as well too, not crystal clear but I remember the important parts. Unfortunately, my aunt ended up having to cover my brothers bloody and wet forehead with her hand. I guess random occurrences do happen, at least it was not a bowling ball falling from the sky. It was possible that I sprinted home and called the cops or maybe not. When nick was 7, cell phones was not as an everyday thing like the current iphones. It became a pretty big event with the flashing lights and people staring. Good thing bumping your head on a pole cannot kill you.

Nick told me that they gave him orange juice. Silly hospital and their plans to take every penny from you, they charged 50 dollars for an ambulance ride from south shore to the hospital and orange juice. Either the orange juice is expensive or the gas was not gas but nitro. Insurance does not really help with even though they have monthly fees.

So, in the end, we did not get ice cream but nick did acquire a scar that will be with him for the rest of his asian life. The scar is nothing special, not even Harry Potter’s thunder bolt shape, but a plain straight line. From time to time, I would look at it and reminisce of childhood that is slowly fading away. . .