When I was about seven or eight, I cracked my head open. I don't remember if I needed stitches or staples, or how many I needed. But I do remember how it happened, and the first few stitches/staples put in. xD
One of my mother's friend was over at our house, and she brung her daughter so we can play together. Her daughter was about two years older than me. We went into my sister's room (we shared) and we sat on my bed and started talking about stuff we like. Then the girl (I forgot her name) noticed my sister's Barbie mansion mounted on a shelf above our computer. She asked if she could play with it but I said "I don't know cause it's my sisters' and she doesn't let me even touch her stuff..." but she begged me so I couldn't resist and I began to climb on the computer desk to try and grab the mansion. I didn't know the the computer mouse was near my foot, so I moved my foot over a bit and my foot landed on the mouse. I tripped, did a back flip [xD] and landed on my head on the floor. [No rug or anything. Tiled floor.] But I didnt feel it when I fell. I just told the girl "Sorry, I couldn't get it. =(" and she just kept staring at me like "=O" and I said "...What?" she pointed to my head and I looked up but didn't see anything. So I just shrugged then I started walking towards the bed, and since I was barefoot, I felt something kinda sticky on my foot. I looked down and saw blood, but I didn't know it was blood. I looked at my hand, and I saw more blood. I thought aloud "Why is ketchup on my hand? o.0" and I licked my hand and I said "...This isn't ketchup..." the girl on the other hand, kept staring at my head, too shocked to speak, with her mouth still wide open. I put my hand on my head, and felt more stickyness and when I looked at my hand, blood was dripping on the floor. I yelled and ran to my mother while crying and I think I fainted because I don't remember after that. I remember when I was getting the first stitch/staple though. They put this thing to my head and the stitch/staple went in. I kinda had reflexes and kicked the doctor nearest my legs. [xD] The doctor putting the stitches/staples in called in two doctors to come and hold my ankles. Then the main doctor put in one more staple/stitch but this time he was infront of me [infront of my head kinda] so again, I had a reflex and hit him. My arm kinda had a twitch and I ended up punching him in the stomach. He got mad and called in my mom to calm me down. It didn't work. He put in the third stitch/staple and I jerked my head up because my ankles and wrists were being held down by doctors. They couldn't handle me being awake any longer so they put me to sleep. My mom didn't want them to because she thought I was going to die that way. But, here I am, alive. =D
I also have stitches on my right ring finger because I cut half of it off with a plastic knife [the clear ones] when I was about two years old.