When I was five years old I was mauled by my family dog. I actually had two dogs at the time and one was pregnant by the other. I was only five so I didn't understand all the dynamics of pregnant dogs but I did know that he (future dad)shouldn't have been chasing her(future momma) around the yard. So I stood up from the sandbox and yelled at him to stop and threw a little plastic bucket at him. Big mistake! He turned around and jumped on me. I didn't even feel that he bit me. I just felt something wet running down my face. When I touched my face and saw the blood I started screaming and running. The dog had already run off(guess he knew he was in big trouble). This was about fifteen years ago and I can still visualize it like it were yesterday. All the way to the house I was screaming every curse word I could think of, which was a considerable amount for a 5 yr old. I had to have it sewn up at my family doctors office cuz the hospital took so long to see me that my mother couldn't wait. The towel was saturated, and she was afraid I was gonna die. The doctor closed me up good but left this nasty knotted scar right through my forehead. What really sucked was that I coudn't have reconstructive surgery on it til I was 12. They said I had to stop growing first. It's still there but hardly as noticable as it used to be. Sometimes I can even forget it's there. Which is a blessing for me.