I remember when I was about 6 or 7, I was going through the coat closet trying to find my tiny sewing machine and while I was yanking things out of the closet, my dad's giant iron block that he used for his jewelry had fallen out and crushed my foot and I began to cry. While crying, my mom tried to comfort me and for some stupid reason, I thought they would chop my foot off because I couldn't feel it anymore from how bad it hurt.
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