Comedy: A story of mine

I was 4 years old; I headed out with my mom to the grocery store. We headed back home. Mom got out the left side of the car (I’m in the states so that’s the drivers side.). She headed to the back and filled her arms with groceries, I got out the right side, ran around to the trunk and peeked my head in. Mom didn’t notice me; she slammed the trunk top down… on my head. I sat there stunned. I blinked.. and then… the blood. It began to pour out of my head. So I did the one thing I believed I could do. I screamed “I’m gunna die!” over and over. Now your mother would have said something like “Awe, shh, its alright sweetie” not mine. “You little retard *slap*” She drags me up the patio stairs. I pee on myself (I was 4). And she took me inside, washed my head off and that was the end of it. I still have the bump to this day.