The Most Painful Day

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My Worst? There are many first worst but, my worst experience is and has to be with hot and oily water full of noodles. Now what is hot water? Well it is the opposite of cold. This hot water though was boiling hot. We're talking water that is 212 Degrees Fahrenheit or more! To begin this tale of pain and agony we journey back to when I was no more than eight years old. When one day whilst playing with a few of my cousins who were pretty much siblings to me would turn into a good time gone horribly wrong. We were carefully instructed to stay out of the kitchen while our lunch was being prepared by my aunt. Who was watching us at the time. Now of course little kids don't always follow instructions or do as they are told which is probably a proven fact. We had been playing for a little while and decide to switch up what were playing and started to play tag. I was being chased throughout the dining room and after I had enough of that I took a sharp turn and headed towards the kitchen for the back door. Bum bum bum worst idea ever! Not thinking about what it was that I had been told I ran through the kitchen and tried to duck under a pot. Which at the time contained boiling hot water. As I made my way under I then proceeded to rise up from my ducked position hitting the edge of the pot knocking it out of my aunts hands and making it spill all the way down my back. This is were a personal experience comes into play or you could use it as a life lesson, so here it is "listen to what you are told." If I would've kept that in mind I wouldn't of had the oh so long and painful four week journey of recovery. After the pot had been split I dropped to the floor probably faster than the water and started screaming at the top of my lungs and crying enough to probably fill a lake. My aunt quickly and carefully rushed me to the bath tub where she then carefully
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