We walked into one of the exhibition hall and there were only a few people there. At a point of time, I suddenly noticed a few children playing around with one of the stage decorations; it was some sort of a mini-stage with some staircase on it. The few children were much more older than me and they were all running up to the top followed by jumping down from it. I think it was rather fun and they had been jumping for quite some time without hurting themselves.

So, wanting to try it out for myself too, I went towards the stage and followed their actions. I went up and then jumped down happily. Oh, it was so fun! Soon, I continue my jumping while my mum didn't notice it. But soon, my mum noticed what dangerous act I was doing and immediately shouted to me telling me to get off the stage and stop all the jumping on the spot. I shouted back to her that I'll be going for the last jump then I will stop it and return to her side. 

And there I go!!!! Oh oh... just at the point where I thought my legs had landed safely on the ground, something unexpected happened to me, I fall to the ground, with my head facing down the ground. I cried on the spot, I was suffering some sort of pain in me... and my vision turned white. The next thing I remembered was that I was being carried in my mum's arm. Mum was rushing to the toilet and all I sees was blood and blood, real fresh bright red blood were flowing out from my lips... I've bite on my lips when I fall on the ground. Mum was washing my bleeding lips for me.

Then, as for what happened next, I couldn't remember... I think I had black out... My vision was a blur when my mum brought me to the nearest hospital, everybody was very tense and nervous about my condition, we waited for the doctor, waited and waited until I fall asleep... When I opened my eyes again, there were very strong blazing lights shining on me, including my eyes, I could hardy open my eyes, besides this, the next thing I saw was that my face was covered by a piece of green cloth with many holes through it, and the doctors were stitching my broken lips. Gosh, it really feels pain!!! I was there shouting and moving about, wanting to escape from the doctors and their sharp and scary looking tools. But, I failed... 

Come to think of it, it was really a scary incident and the scare on my lips took about 2 ~ 4 years to fully recover. Anyway, I've learnt my lesson not to look down on simple decorations that look safe enough to play. Hahaha, luckily I wasn't badly hurt.